My Own Reflection

In my nightmare, I saw a face. I won’t tell you what the face looked like. It was the face of a man, and it was a horrible face. But I was not terrified by the face. The face was a window into the soul of the man who wore it. And the soul of that man was a hideous thing. When I first saw that face, I knew I was in the presence of evil. And only later did I realize what I was looking at was my own reflection.