I… I don’t know what happened after the screen went black last night.
Woke up on the living room floor. Phone dead—been charging all night.
The scratches are back. Deeper. They burn when I touch them.
I remember the mirror. Bathroom one. 3:17 a.m.
I was staring at my reflection… and it smiled when …
I… I don’t know what happened after the screen went black last night.
Woke up on the living room floor. Phone dead—been charging all night.
The scratches are back. Deeper. They burn when I touch them.
I remember the mirror. Bathroom one. 3:17 a.m.
I was staring at my reflection… and it smiled when I didn’t.
Then it spoke. Inside my head. My voice, but wrong.
‘You’re wasting this face,’ it said. ‘Let me wear it.’
It reached through the glass. The mirror rippled like water.
I smashed it.