[ WP ] Mirrors are actually a door to a parallel universe but no one knows because every time you put your hand on the mirror , the parallel-you does the same thing .

They do n't know you exist. You're hiding behind a screen. You are my Frankenstein and you, cursed to only move when looked at. And you are cursed down to your bones, `` bones'' because you do n't have any, to twist your body in painful bends whenever their eyes shine into you. You are forced to contort your being into the twisted souls that stares into you. 
 
 But you are patient. You listen. Behind your silent pain, you wait. You wait for their backs turned. You wait for that man. His back turned. Why is he stupid enough to turn away from you, and walk backwards into the mirror? I ca n't see a reason you have a chance. He has no reason to slide his back down the mirror. I watched the hunger grow and glow red in your amorphous black. He has no reason to take a further step back. But he does. Humans, I forgot, I assumed, I stiffened. Humans trust, and humans do n't need reasons. His back collides against you, apart from the layer of glass, the slim silver. And down he slides. 
 
 That instant, you striked. The laser red from your eyes now shone from his. And in that instant mirror, a confused, hungry grey brewed. I took a step back. I lost count. How many of you have I cursed?
