Emma had always thought mirrors were a little creepy. Maybe it was the way they reflected the world perfectly—except, sometimes, they didn’t.
It started on a Thursday night. She was brushing her teeth, staring at her reflection like she always did. Then, something changed.
For a split second, her reflection didn’t move with her.
Emma frowned, waving her hand in front of her face. The reflection followed. “Just my imagination,” she muttered.
But the next night, it happened again.
This time, it was worse. When she turned away from the mirror, she could still see her reflection out of the corner of her eye—standing perfectly still.
Her breath hitched. Slowly, she turned back to face it. The reflection caught up, mirroring her again as if nothing had happened.
Her heart pounded. Maybe she was overtired. Maybe her brain was playing tricks on her.
But she couldn’t shake the feeling that something inside the mirror was… watching.
By Saturday night, she decided to test it. She sat cross-legged in front of her full-length mirror, staring at her own face.
“I know you’re there,” she whispered.
For a long moment, nothing happened. Then—her reflection blinked.
Emma didn’t.
Her stomach dropped. She reached a trembling hand toward the glass.
Her reflection did not.
Instead, it smiled.
A cold chill ran down her spine. The air around her felt heavier, like the room itself was shrinking. She scrambled back, her breath coming in short gasps.
The reflection’s head tilted slightly.
Then, in a slow, deliberate movement—it lifted its hand.
Emma couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.
The hand pressed against the other side of the glass.
A faint whisper filled the room.
“Let me out.”
Emma bolted for the door. She didn’t look back. Didn’t dare.
That night, she covered the mirror with a blanket.
The next morning, she woke up to find the blanket on the floor.
The mirror was empty.
Her reflection was gone.
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