The child in the living room ._.

long ago, when I lived in my father's house, (that house even  scare me)
 the thing is that one night I had a terrible desire to urinate,
 I didn't want to get up because I was scared, but I had to go and went as fast as I could,
 including with the door open, when I finished, washed my hands while I looking
in the mirror that reflected the living room (it was a mirror that took up most of the wall)
 when I looked in the mirror I saw in the living room a child standing watching me,
 I counted to three and I turned around to see who it was and there was nothing,
 I turn off the light and ran to my bed ... since that time I don't go to the bathroom at night :c