Whispers.
All Carlos could hear was whispers and a dark voice that seemed to be taunting him from within. Mocking him, pushing him till he felt like he was going crazy.
Ever since he had drank the liquid that his mother sent for him, he felt as if he had lost the control of his body. There was always this feeling that he was being watched.
His reflection had changed and slowly but surely he believed that he was fading away.
He tried to talk about it to the Head Maid of the house who was personally tending to him. Mrs. Jones.
"I... can't see my own reflection in there." He told her in a feeble, shivering voice.
Mrs Jones glanced at him and then at the mirror for a long while looking at Carlos's trembling reflection which didn't seem any different to her.
But, it was clear that Carlos was seeing something else, something that terrified him.
