Liz woke up early in the morning and thought, Why can't it just stay Sunday forever? It was a cold monday morning. Liz got up and went to her dresser to pick her outfit. She grabbed a sweatshirt and jeans, got dressed, and went to look in the mirror when she noticed something odd. In the mirror the reflection of her bed shown behind her, under her bed was a face peeking from below. It was a gross, grey, dirty face. Suddenly she froze and her eyes locked with the face. Then the face disappeared.
Scared she turned toward her bed, knelt down, and quickly lifted the covers. She saw nothing but an old stuffed animal. After that day she never had a mirror in her room again.
