Mirror, mirror on the wall…
"Fear the Hunter," the mirror's masked face said, startling me out of my memories.“Fear the Hunter, fear the knife,
Fear the edge that takes a life.”
The mirror spoke as if Hunter was capitalized, like a name or a rank of some kind.
"The Hunter? Who's that?" I asked, but the mirror had gone silent. In the silence I heard a car door slam right outside.
Stepmama was home.
I slipped back out of her room so fast my shadow had trouble keeping up, and I headed down the hallway as if going to the bathroom.
That was where she found me.
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