الصوت المشترك

Don’t trust your mirror. I didn’t—until it moved first. I was brushing my hair… Then I froze. Because my reflection… didn’t. It kept going. Slow. Then it stopped. And smiled. I wasn’t smiling. I tried to step back— …but it didn’t. It leaned closer. Right up to the glass. And whispered something. I couldn’t hear it… …but I saw my lips say: “Don’t turn around.” So I didn’t. Because then— my reflection raised its hand… …and waved at something behind me. If you enjoyed the story please like and subs