Ever look in the mirror to see someone else there? So have I. Only this time, something was really different. Not just a general slip of the brain that everyone else has sometimes. I... It wasn't human. Not an animal either, nor a ghost. Something infinitely intriguing, and equally disturbing. I... I see this...this thing...every time I look into my mirror. I never see it in any other one than the one facing my bed. I had come to a conclusion; My forearm. I hobbled over, on newfound claws, to my door. Only to find it locked, as well.