The image

Thanksgiving celebration was amazing; My Husband and our three lovely daughters never looked so happy.

It was winter and it snowed like never before; My husband turned up the heater and retired with our babies to bed. Like a thief in the night, I sneaked into the house, I picked the lock and snuck into my own home, confused right;

Suddenly, I came upon a strange figure; I stared with freight in my heart; It stood there staring back at me with a sickle in its hand and face smeared with red paint; I froze, I didn’t know what to do, as my family slept peacefully upstairs. I became more freightened as it moved closer to me, it increased its pace and came to a halt just in front of the mirror;

As I stared at my image and what I had become, a tear drop rolled down my eyes because I knew it was my family’s turn to die.