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Hey there, readers, it's •Beck•
Here is my blurb for this Writing Wednesday.
I haven't forgotten about the Wednesday blog posts. I'm just a writer that doesn't like to push themselves to create something just to put out. I want to write when the mood sparks.
Tonight, I finished watching Markiplier play "At the Dead of Night" and the final quote really spoke to me.
So here is another creepy writing that the final quote sparked in me.
I guess if you haven't played the game or watched the play through and wanna watch it...spoilers? I don't know it doesn't really say much about the game itself
But you can watch it here if you're interested
If there is interest in a continuation of this snippet, let me know. I'd be happy to add on to this and make it a mini-series.

"In each of us is another whom we do not know.
He speaks to us in dreams,
and tells us how differently he sees us from the way we see ourselves."

There is an old saying: If you stand in front of your mirror at night, lit only by dancing blaze of a candle, your face will change.

It was my favorite thing to do when I was bored as a kid. Sitting on the counter of my bathroom. The warm, dulled beam of a twist flashlight pointed up to fill the small dwelling. The violent silence of the late night dragging through the house.

It was calming.
With the only company giving me comfort on those long, insomnia filled nights being myself.

The strange twists, shapes, and expressions my face would bend into would make me chuckle.
I even turned it into a game.

A tally.
How would my eyes shift tonight? How would my mouth twist?
Would my ears point or shrink?
Each new expression would be a new level unlocked in this Picassoesque sport.

I didn't think much of it, this game.
It was a way to pass the time until fatigue cradled my body gently into her loving arms and whisked me to bed on nights were sleeping was more a chore than a treat.

It was fun, harmless enjoyment.
That is...until my reflection spoke.