Bonechiller

Everybody hears whispered gossip and rumors clear across town. But nobody hears the scream next door.

Gotta keep an eye on those terrorist polar bears, and make sure Santa's elves aren't planning a holy war.

But he's a missing person nobody's going to miss much.

You don't know if he's pissed or just laughing at you.

The end of the world hurts like a bitch.

Moving into the hallway, I make the mistake of looking down. The floor seems to drop out from under me, with nothing solid to support me but my own reflection. I take a step, watching the sole of my bare left foot meet its twin rising up on the flipside. I get the weirdest sensation that I won't fall as long as I have the reversed images of my own feet to walk on.