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.