The Hotel Room 2

In the beginning my sleep was rather tranquil. Nothing stirred and I was having a wonderful dream. But then there was a thud and I woke up. Originally I thought it was the cleaner again. "Come in." I called. However I did think it was rather late for a cleaner to be cleaning. It was roughly midnight.
Glancing around the room, I flinched slightly. Moonlight snuck into the room through the drapes and on to the furniture, which left twisted shadows which could be describes as the silhouettes of monsters. Along with the story which I had heard earlier, I shivered. Surely there was no ghost, but the mind is a powerful thing and can sway us to believe the most ridiculous things.
Since the shadows and howling wind outside kept me awake, I got out of my bed and walked to the mirror slowly. Purely because I was tired. At first the mirror showed my scruffy bed hair and my tired blue eyes. But it changed. The mirror rippled and showed a man. I gasped and backed away. In the mirror was a man roughly 40. He had neat hair and brown eyes. The fact that my reflection changed didn't phase me at first. It wasn't until I noticed the man's neck. A large slit was across his throat. Almost looked fresh. When the man held out his hand I panicked. My heart raced and a gasped for air. I tripped on the Persian rug. I closed my eyes and screamed.
Then I opened them. Everything was back to normal. No man. No changed reflection. No blood. Quietly I then let out a sigh of relief. After that I shook it off. "How silly am I!" I thought to myself. "My mind is just playing tricks on me!" I exclaimed, laughing at what I thought was my stupid mind tricks. Chuckling still I got into my bed.
I relaxed. Started breathing gently. Calming down my heart rate. Everything was peaceful once more. Or so I thought.