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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