I was a writer I wrote books I write now but nobody knows nobody can see me now something strange has happened to me I will tell you about it in January I wanted to write a very long book so I left my home and I found a little room this is a good room for a writer I thought I'll write my book here it was a little room but I liked it it was very quiet I began to work on my book and I was happy then things began to happen strange things one day I
was at my desk with my pen in my hand suddenly I thought I want a coffee and I haven't got any I'll have to go to the shop I put my pen on the table and went out when I came back I looked for the pen it wasn't on the table I looked on the floor on my chair and then on the table again it wasn't there I don't understand it I thought that night another strange thing happened I was in bed and the room was very quiet suddenly I opened my eyes what was that
I wondered then I Heard a Voice a man's voice who's there I cried there was no answer and there was nobody in the room I couldn't understand it and I was afraid what can I do I thought what was that after that strange things happened every day but I had to finish my book so I stayed there the room was very small there were not many things in it only a bed a table and a chair and there was a mirror on the wall it was a very old mirror and I liked it and then
one day I looked in the mirror and I saw him the other man it wasn't me this man had a beard but I didn't I shut my eyes and looked again this time I saw my face in the mirror that didn't happen I thought I was wrong there wasn't another man I went for a walk that day and I didn't work on my book I didn't want to be in the room I didn't want to see or hear strange things at night I went home again the room was very quiet I looked in the mirror
and saw my face but I wasn't happy I went to bed but I couldn't sleep I'll leave here tomorrow I thought and after that I slept but then another strange thing happened the other man stood by my bed and spoke to me you will never leave here he said you will stay with me and then I opened my eyes I was very cold and Afraid I'll leave now I thought I can't stay here for one more minute quickly I put my things in a case I wanted to go now I couldn't forget the man so
I was afraid but afraid of what I didn't know when my clothes were in the case I thought I'll leave the room now I looked round the room and I also looked in the mirror again and then I suddenly felt colder and more afraid I couldn't see the other man in the mirror why because he wasn't there but I couldn't see my face in the mirror there was no face why not I tried to shout but no sound came I had no voice and then I saw him I saw the other man the man with
the beard but he wasn't in the mirror he was at the table with my pen in his hand he wrote my book with my pen I was angry and I tried to speak but I couldn't because I had no voice the other man didn't speak he smiled and wrote suddenly there was a sound at the door and I heard a friend's voice are you there my friend called I want to see you I was very happy then my friend will help me I thought but I couldn't move the other man went to the door and
opened it come in he said to my friend come and see my room I'm writing my book my friend came into the room but he didn't see me he smiled at the other man my friend said oh you have a beard now again and again I tried to speak but I couldn't my friend couldn't see me he couldn't hear me he only saw the other man that is my story the other man has my room and he also has my face and my voice he will finish my book too but the other man doesn't know
one thing I can write I can tell my story and I'm telling it to you
