Normally you sleep soundly, but the thunder raging outside is keeping you from your sleep. You begin to doze, then another crash jolts you awake. So you lay there, eyes open, scanning your room from side to side. Your eyes move from nameless object, to object, until you reach your mirror, hanging across the room.
Suddenly a flash lights the room entirely and for a bare second the mirror reveals to you dozens of faces, silhouettes within its frame, mouths open and eyes blackened. They all stare at you, their black pupils fixed upon your face. Confused and unsettled, you don’t sleep for the rest of the evening. The next morning you remove the mirror from your wall and toss it in the trash. It didn’t matter if the vision you had seen was of truth or falsehood, you wanted to be rid of that mirror. In fact, you scrap every mirror in your house.
Months pass by and the events of that night fall into passive memory. One day you are spending the day at a friend’s house and you feel the urge to use the bathroom. While in there, the faucet starts to run without you touching it. You soon remember what happened but do not yet act, trying to reason with your paranoia in your mind. The water stops but there is moisture covering the mirror up above. You’re watching silently as words form: “Please return the mirrors. We miss watching you sleep at night”.