The Reflections
“2:34” was the time on the clock when I heard my doorbell ring. If it had been the same time afternoon, I would have gone out to check who it was, but this time it was in the middle of the night, and I had read enough horror stories to know what goes down when you answer a doorbell in the middle of the night. Also, I lived in the secluded part of the town, so if I were to encounter a burglar, it would take a little longer than usual to get help. With all these thoughts running through my mind, I found myself walking towards the front door unwillingly not to open it but to check on who it was that wanted to meet me at this time of night. I looked through the peephole and saw a strange man standing right in front, holding some kind of letter in his hands. He didn’t look like the postman who normally delivered letters in this neighborhood. His face wasn’t clearly visible, so I tried to take a better look at him. Just when I peeped again, I noticed that he had slipped that...