I noticed it the moment I walked through the door. Every eye fixated solely on me without an expression to guide my thoughts as to what they were so deeply concentrated on. All I could think was that it may just be a prank since I’m never invited to these things in the first place. As I begin to turn the corner all eyes glued to my every movement I notice a shimmer in the mirror at the end of the hallway. It was dim at first but as I continued forward toward the mirror I felt the air grow cold, almost frozen. My lungs fell heavy and every breath felt like ice cold daggers being pushed through my airway. It only got worse as I continued on but at this point my own body wouldn’t allow me to turn around. It was as if my very soul needed to see what was in the reflection. Once I finally reached it I felt my heart stop and any semblance of warmth and happiness left my body and I was finally able to understand what everyone was so fixated on.

I..

I….

I was a ghost……