[ WP ] A man is struggling to sleep due to laughter going on outside his house all night , every night . The problem ? He lives alone on a small island .

It started slow, like a whisper in the grass, like an owls hoot. I did n't even notice it when I was whittling on the porch, not until I washed my face and saw myself reflected there in the mirror did it become a cackle. I stood there, with my chest and my head going eighty miles an hour each, but did n't move at all. The hooting had become hooting and hollering, close and far away too, like I was in a canyon. I could n't move now, my eyes were glued to their own image. I just stood there, stupid and dumb, a lamb before that manic prayer. I blinked, and my reflection blinked too, but it seemed a second off, like it was mimicking me. My heart had n't slowed down, but I felt like I could move again. I went to the window, and screamed to my island `` whAT'S SO FUNNY, HUH?'' `` You, dear, you're so boring.'' whispered behind me. I spun fast, but only caught my terrified glance in the mirror. I left the bathroom, searched my house. Every piece of furniture I moved to check, did n't leave a single inch alone. Nothing. I went back to the window. `` Where are you, please?'' I was desperate. 
 `` Why do you want to know, dead?'' Again, behind me. I spun, but only caught something move in the reflection. I winked at myself. Wait no I did n't, why would I? I must have, the mirror did n't wink. The laughter was louder now, screaming, no longer long and low but gasping for breath and violently high pitched. Now, It was the kind of laugh I could feel on my neck, wipe the spit from my face kind of laugh. I could n't remember the last time I had laughed like that, maybe the mystery voice was right, I am boring. I gave it a try, a tentative laugh at first, the kind you give to a co-worker who's convinced he's funny. I guess it is kind of funny, what I've become. I laugh some more, confident now, rising like stream, a tangible strong belly laugh. I ca n't stop now. The laugh rises with me, playing with me. We're both laughing now. The laughing was the closest I'd come to a friend in while. That was the last thing I remember, I think I passed out
