Bri

When Bri walked out of the mirror, she found herself in a graveyard. And of course, it was night with a full moon. There were two graves sitting right in front of her.

"Please no," she said to herself. She hesitated, but stepped forward. But before she could read them, something emerged from one of them.

Bri could feel it in her soul, this was her. She was dead.

"Hello there," said her other self. Bri tried to say something, but couldn't.

"You look like me, that's strange. And you can talk to me, I can feel it," said her other self. Despite her fear, Bri spoke.

"Y-yes, I can. What happened to you?" she asked.

"Some bad men were fighting each other. Me and my sister got caught in the middle. At least she survived," said her other self. Bri's heart began racing, that was the exact opposite of what happened to her.

"Y-you're a ghost. Why haven't you passed on?" she asked. That's when a sick smile pulled onto her other self's face.

"The men who killed me. I cannot rest until I get my ****. I already drove many of them to suicide. It's what people like them deserve," she said. Bri tried to back away, but tripped and landed on her butt.

"What's wrong, you look scared? Isn't that what they deserve, to die when they killed me. They're monsters, wouldn't you do the same?" questioned her other self. Bri rapidly shook her head.

"No, I wouldn't. I wouldn't become a monster in return," she said. This didn't seem to sit well with her other self, who's eyes glowed blood red.

"I'm not a monster, they are monsters. They killed me when I was a child. They almost killed my sister. I'm just giving them what they deserve," she said. Bri shook in fear as the head of her other self twisted with a sickening crack.

"Don't try to tell me," she said, her body becoming long and twisted.

"WHAT I CAN'T DO!" she yelled in a distorted voice.

"I'M DONE!"