The other man

A man who was a writer. He wanted to write a very long book, so he left his home and found a little room. One day he went out to buy a coffee. When he came back, his pen wasn't on the table. He sensed someone in his room, but there was nobody.

The other day, he looked the other man in the old mirror. He looked again, this time he saw his face. He thought " I was wrong. There wasn't another man."

One day 's night, when he slept, the other man stood by his bed and spoke to him." You will never leave here.You will stay with me." Quickly he put his things in a case, so he was afraid. Then, he realized that he couldn't see his face in the mirror and he had no voice. So the other man got his face and voice.

This is strange story , but I could foresee the ending.