الصوت المشترك

He ran to turn on the lights. ‎The room was empty. ‎He looked again— ‎Now the reflection was normal. ‎Perfectly matching him. ‎He stood there… breathing heavily. ‎Trying to calm down. ‎Then his phone buzzed. ‎A message appeared. ‎“I can move now.” ‎The lights suddenly turned off. ‎In the darkness… ‎he heard footsteps. ‎Not behind him. ‎But in front of him. ‎Coming from the mirror. ‎The next morning… ‎the room was empty. ‎But the mirror was cracked. ‎And inside it… ‎something was still moving.