I wake up from a dream, screaming, because there's an psycopathic killer with an axe in the house and, in my dream, my parents offer me to him as a sacrifice. When I awake, my parents are standing over me, comforting me when I notice a shadow behind them: a man raising an axe.
The man paid the broken mirror no mind; he was cured, and the medicine and psychotherapy were working. As he walked away, he didn't see the thousands of tiny eyeballs appear in every shard...
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I wake up from a dream, screaming, because there's an psycopathic killer with an axe in the house and, in my dream, my parents offer me to him as a sacrifice. When I awake, my parents are standing over me, comforting me when I notice a shadow behind them: a man raising an axe.