The Reflection
I was brushing my teeth...
when I noticed something.
My reflection...
wasn’t copying me.
I froze.
Slowly...
I raised my hand.
But in the mirror—
it didn’t move.
It just stared at me.
Smiling.
My heart started pounding.
I stepped back.
It didn’t.
Then—
it raised its hand.
But I didn’t move.
I whispered,
“...what?”
And it whispered back—
before I did—
“Run.”
The lights went out.
And when they came back...
The mirror was normal.
But behind me...
In the refl