The Hexer from Salem - Day of Horror

It was a scene of morbid fascination I couldn't look away from. My reflection in the mirror began to change and fall apart: My face turned brown, the skin cracking, quivering like a withered leaf in a strong, autumn wind. I couldn't grasp what I was seeing at first. I was still holding the razor in my shaking, left hand, frozen in motion. My mouth was gaping open as if screaming in silence. My ...