Written by Derrick Nadeau
Recap: Scott awoke from a horrible dream in which he was attacked by a phantom crying woman with a slit throat. Feeling exhausted by the stress of the dream, Scott went to work and tried to forget the horrors he had dreamed the night before. While at work, he began to hear a strange voice he could not identify saying horrible things to him. Scott ran to the bathroom in an attempt to regain his senses. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he saw the face of a stranger staring back at him.
Scott stumbled back in horror until his back hit the wall opposite the mirror he had seen the strange face in. Scott wanted to scream, but found that his voice had been momentarily stolen from him. Scott stared at the floor of the bathroom, shaking his head furiously. Scott then took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm his nerves while trying to convince himself to check the mirror again. Trembling uncontrollably, Scott took one last deep breath and forced himself to look in the mirror once again. Scott was instantly relieved when he saw his own face staring back at him.
“I must be more tired than I realized,” Scott whispered to himself. “I’m starting to hallucinate now.”
At that moment, the door to the bathroom burst open, startling Scott and rattling his already ravaged nerves. Scott’s boss Mark stormed into the bathroom, looking extremely upset.
“What are you doing in here,” Mark growled. “You are late. Quit messing around in here and get to work already!”
Scott opened his mouth to speak, but was frozen by fear when he caught another glimpse of the stranger in the mirror directly behind Mark.
“Who is this jackass,” the stranger asked angrily. “What is his problem?”
Scott, feeling himself begin to tremble again, could only shake his head in response.
“Why are you shaking your head,” Mark snapped. “Are you telling me no?”
“You really going to let this tool talk to you like that,” the stranger in the mirror asked. “Seriously?”
“Oh no,” Scott whispered.
“What was that,” Mark asked. “What did you just say? Speak up.”
“I,” Scott tried to speak, but could not think of the right words to say.
“You don’t have to put up with this shit,” the stranger in the mirror snapped. “This guy ain’t nothing. Just get rid of him.”
Scott stared at the stranger in the mirror, feeling his body shaking uncontrollably, shaking his head frantically.
“What are you staring at,” Mark barked, turning to face the mirror.
“Now’s your chance man,” the stranger said. “while his back is turned. Take him out.”
Scott’s eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open as he continued to stare back at the mirror in horror.
“What are you doing, just staring at yourself in the mirror,” Mark asked angrily.
“Seriously,” the stranger growled. “I can’t take this asshole any more. If you won’t do it, then I’m gonna have to do it for you.”
Scott shouted out the word no as he grabbed his boss and pushed him away from the mirror. Mark slammed against the nearby wall of one of the stalls, nearly knocking it down. Scott slammed his fist into the mirror, shattering the glass and tearing open his arm in the process. As blood began to flow down his arm, the sound of laughter echoed throughout the bathroom. Mark let out a groan as he slid down the bathroom stall, holding his stomach as he slumped to the floor. Scott looked over to his boss on the floor, and was shocked to see blood pouring out of a wound in his stomach. Scott moved towards his boss, but stumbled over something on the bathroom floor. Scott looked down to see what had tripped him up, and saw a blood covered pocket knife lying there.
“Oh no,” Scott whispered. “No, no, no, no ,no!”
Scott looked back to the shattered mirror, but only saw his own face reflected in the shards.
“What did you do,” Scott cried, searching for signs of the stranger. “What did you do?”
Mark let out another groan, jarring from his search and pulling him back to the reality of the situation.
“What am I going to do,” Scott asked, kneeling beside his boss to check his wound.
“I suggest getting the hell out of there,” the stranger’s disembodied voice replied.
“Leave,” Scott repeated. “I have to leave. I can’t stay here. I can’t let them find me like this.”
Scott reached over, picked up the pocket knife on the floor, and put it in his pocket as he stood up. Scott turned to face the bathroom door, but halted himself.
“You need to do something about that arm,” the stranger’s voice said.
“My arm,” Scott said, staring down at his bleeding appendage. “I have to do something about this.”
Scott walked over to the paper towel dispenser on the wall, emptied it, and hastily wrapped the paper towels around his quivering arm. Scott held the towels to his bloody gash and took several deep breaths in an attempt to calm his anxious nerves. Scott glanced back at the broken mirror, surprised to find the stranger face staring back at him in the broken shard.
“What are you waiting for,” the stranger bellowed. “Get out of here!”
Scott took one last glance at his boss lying on the bathroom floor, bleeding to death, and quickly exited the room. As he walked to the employee entrance, Scott’s eyes darted around the hallway, searching for the eyes of his coworkers looking back at him. Scott was relieved that he did not come across a single person as he rushed out into the parking lot of his plant and ran to his car in the nearby parking lot. Feeling his nerves get the best of him, Scott stumbled to pull his keys out of his pocket with his injured arm. Scott took one last look around him, searching the parking lot for anyone that might have seen him. Once he had determined that there was not a single person around him, Scott got in his car, and started the engine. Scott took one last quick glance around the parking lot, then sped off in his car. Though uncertain where he would go, Scott knew he had to get as far away from his work as he possibly could. Scott glanced in his rearview mirror to check the traffic behind him, and saw the stranger looking back at him once again.
“Good job,” the stranger snarled, flashing a wicked smile. “Now, what are we going to do next for fun?”