20190117

Day 1,595

We stopped going to the park when it rained - our reflections didn't match up and we were afraid.

Our fears soon became justified when someone walked past and managed to film their reflection reaching out to them. The second their hand came out of the puddle it changed from an average human arm into a series of jagged sinewy tendrils that merged into the shape of a hand and jolted out towards them.

They jerked back just in time but the arm-like thing lingered about and waved at them as they walked away, still filming the abomination. They were the first person to record the full extent of the reflections and the first to connect this to the spike in missing persons around the rainier months.

We couldn't do too much about them if they'd been dragged down below but we could avoid the park and pray that whatever's going on there isn't able to spread. We were so sure that the living reflections were only found there that we stopped being so vigilant around the rest of the town.

It's hard to say when they moved or if they'd always been there just biding their time but now practically every puddle, every surface wet enough to hold a reflection holds them inside it too. For all we know it's spread to the rest of the world.

Just avoid rainwater and be quicker than them.

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