Last night I tried talking to ghosts. But my parents are weird and ignored me. They appeared to me as shadows in the mirror trapped between death and dreams. Lighting matches that didn't glow. The background in the mirror was like a moving montage of memories. The mirror had been in the basement covered with webs and dust. I think it's possessed because it now follows me. Thinking that it may be driving me insane as I drip adrenaline into the aquarium in which I swim.