[ WP ] You have developed and ability to see how people will die when you look at them . Your entire life you avoided pictures of yourself , but today you forgot , and , brushing your teeth in the morning , looked in the mirror ...

Why did I stay up so late? Ugh. I squint at the sunlight streaming into my bedroom with disdain. Groaning I fling back my covers and throw my feet on the floor. Okay step one down. 
 Suddenly I see a shimmer out of the corner of my eye. And older woman appears in the corner of my room, wearing a fluffy pink robe and smiling gently at a cat that wraps itself between her legs. I remember her. Yesterday at the store she accidentally ran her cart into mine. She apologized and walked away, but not before I saw the hooded figure behind her. 
 `` Oh stop it. I'll get your breakfast you little rascal.'' 
 She turns around but gets tripped by the little kitten looking impatiently up at her. 
 `` Oh! Oh my-..'' 
 Flailing her arms she tries to regain her balance but I already know what's going to happen here. 
 THUNK. 
 One does n't ever really forget the sound of a head being bashed against a solid object. 
 The sweet lady is now on the floor, a puddle of blood forming around her head. After a while the mirage fades away but I know that does n't mean a thing. She definitely kicked the bucket. 
 That sucks. 
 I sigh and head toward my bathroom. I smell my breath when I yawn, man, I need some listerine ASAP. 
 I turn on the light and see the black drape covering the mirror. 
 The first time I saw the hooded figure was at preschool hovering around Ms. Oudin. Kind of terrifying for a three year old. Ms Oudin died a week later in a car wreck and eventually I figured out who the hooded figure was. Death. Gives you a little bit of a complex knowing the things I do, and I decided I never wanted to see some freaky dude hanging around me. So I avoided any reflective surfaces, cameras, school pictures etc, all my life. 
 See, the thing is, I know could always paint it, or even not a have a mirror in my house at all. But sometimes when I lie awake at night I'll just wonder....then I'll get up at 2 am and stare at a covered mirror for an hour or two like a crazy person and then go back to bed. 
 I gargle a little listerine and am reaching for my tooth brush when it hits me. The urge to look. 
 Am I going to do it this time? Or am I going to chicken out like I always do? I caress the edge of the fabric with my fingers contemplating. Should I? 
 I laugh to myself. Nah. 
 I start to brush my teeth humming a little ACDC in my head as I do so. I finish and put my toothbrush back in it's cup. Time to get dressed for work. I turn off the light and walk out the door. 
 I burst back in and stalk up to the mirror, ripping the covering off. I do n't look at myself, my eyes wildly search the background looking for any indication that there's someone in the room with me. Any hint that I'm not alone. 
 All I see is my bathroom, slightly dirty with modern decor. 
 That's all I see. 
 I put the cover back on and let out the breath I was holding. 
 That was pretty anti-climatic. I shake my head as I walk through my house. I'm almost disappointed.
