Horror Stories.

62.

You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose.

You look to the sliding glass doors to your backyard and notice a man standing out in the snow.

He fits the profile of the murderer perfectly, and he is smiling wickedly at you.

You gulp, picking up the phone to your right, to dial 911. You look out the glass doors as you put your phone on your ear and notice he is much closer to you now.

You then drop the phone in chock. There are no footprints on the snow.

It's his reflection.