He stood before the mirror.  A train rolled past, and the power surged.  Fluorescent lighting flickering above him.  A grin spread and split his face.  A splash of red against snow white.  Being dead never looked so good.

Author’s Note:

Have I mentioned that I love the horror genre? Oh, it was obvious….

I had a therapist once that told me how odd it is for me to like horror. With all the fear and anxiety I have already, why would I want to subject myself to more?

It’s most likely because it is a controlled fear. I am able to directly see where the trigger is. It’s easier for me to handle fear, if I can understand it’s source.

If you, like me, love a good horror story let me know some of your recommendations. Movie, book, TV series, etc

Thank you for reading!