[ WP ] You 're taking a walk and you see a girl that looks eerily familiar . Then , you see her again , and again , and again ...

Each time she was a different, proportion. Sometimes smaller, sometimes taller, sometimes wider and sometimes lanky. I stood outside the amusement ride waiting for her to come out, and picked up Danny instead. The sun had set so I must have missed her in the group of patrons. Later, while my little brother and I were at the funnel cake stand, I dropped some powdered sugar on my blouse. He laughed at me and pointed like the little punk he is. His eyes turned wide, mid-laugh. Still pointing, I see a look of pure horror come over his face. He's not pointing at my shirt anymore, but slightly over my shoulder. I smile. It's all going according to plan. I know when I turn around there will be nothing; and he'll still be there shitting his whitey-tighties. I look back and dismiss him. `` It's alright you little twerp.'' I say rustling his hair. I grabbed his hand and took him to the funhouse again. This time betting him he could n't do it alone. He steeled himself, knowing that I was messing with him. `` Alright you bag of wind, but you owe me five bucks!'' he says. `` Fine, just get your butt in there before I tell all your second grade friends you're a chicken.'' I chided. Relieved to finally get him out of my hair for a few seconds, I waited outside and finished my funnel cake. When all of the sudden I heard a blood-curdling scream. Wait, that sounded like him! That's my little brother! The lights go out on the ride and the whole group runs out screaming, but none of them are Danny. No faces I could scan were him. I ran through the exit of the funhouse to find him in the middle of the mirror room. Danny was nearly dismembered, blood pouring out of every place the mirrors' shards were sticking out. Next to him was a carney with a paler-than-normal face. He whispered `` Holy Shit'' under his breath about five times before running out. This is n't what I wanted. I only wanted to scare him. I heard another scream but it was my own. After it subsided, I could only feel shock and dread. This was all my fault! How can I explain this to Mom? What do I do!? The only reason I touched her secret room was to get back at him for shooting my cat. It was just a BB gun! He did n't deserve this! The only thing I know now..I'll be next.
