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Its hand touches the glass… and the mirror begins to ripple. And then… it starts coming through. You try to move. To run. But your body feels frozen in place. When you finally look back… the mirror is empty. And the thing standing behind you… looks exactly like you. The next morning… no one notices…

Its hand touches the glass… and the mirror begins to ripple. And then… it starts coming through. You try to move. To run. But your body feels frozen in place. When you finally look back… the mirror is empty. And the thing standing behind you… looks exactly like you. The next morning… no one notices anything different. Except… you are no longer the one in control.