The Mirror That Blinked Back
It started with a faint knock. Not on my door — but from the inside of my mirror.
Every night, I’d catch glimpses of something that wasn’t me. A shadow that moved half a second late, a smirk that appeared when I wasn’t smiling. I tried to ignore it… until one night, my reflection didn’t move at all.
I froze. My reflection just stared — eyes wide, unblinking — while I slowly raised my hand.
It didn’t follow.
Instead, it whispered, “Finally… my turn.”
The glass rippled. I felt a cold hand grip my wrist — from inside.
The last thing I saw before the world flipped… was me smiling back from the other side.
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