The scar

The mirror turned to him an irreal image from himself. Blue eyes, brown hair. And the scar. That awful scar through his entire face. 

He was completely sure that he hadn't got it at the moment he went to bed, but there it was. He got a deep breath and touched it, hoping that it would help him to remember what exactly happened last night. Suddenly, the memories hit him and their hands started to shake. 

Yes, he remembered. 

It was already midnight when something moved under the bed. Two large fingers got closer to the pillow and he got completely frozen. His heart stopped beating by the time the creature showed up. He closed his eyes so hard that he just wanted to wake up from that nightmare. 

And there he was. In front of the mirror with that disgusting scar. 

A shadow appeared at this back, reflected at the glass. It was too late when he realized that the monster hadn't gone yet.