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Apt.229, Morning, Jazz (closed)
Jazz was getting ready for work, the same routine that she had every morning. Climb warily out of bed, brew a coffee while taking a quick shower, inhale said cup of coffee while bustling about and getting ready.

The first time she saw it, it was so faint and quick that she told herself she'd imagined it. A trick of the shadows and light, had to be, as she'd moved through her bedroom. It was pushed aside and forgotten quickly. No big deal.

Later though, as she sat down before her vanity, ruffling her wet hair with a thick towel she saw it again.

And this time she couldn't deny it.

She couldn't deny the dark face, the accusing eyes, the promise of murder and retribution whispering across cracked and broken lips.

She spun, looking behind her for the looming, menacing figure, but found nothing. Her heart pounding painfully against her ribs she turned slowly back to the mirror, but again there was nothing. Just her own, pale, wide-eyed, reflection staring back at her.

Gooseflesh sprang up over her arms and shoulders and she stood quickly, moving away from the mirror.

Don't..., she told herself as she yanked on a t-shirt and swung up her bag. No.

She'd go to work. It would be fine. Of course.

She slid quickly from the room, and made hastily for the door, not even stopping in the kitchen to get the coffee she'd made.