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"The Reflection That Smiled First" When my grandmother died, she left me her old farmhouse and one rule: “Cover every mirror at night.” I thought it was just superstition — until last Thursday. The power went out around midnight. I was brushing my teeth by flashlight when I noticed the bathroom mirror wasn’t covered. My reflection was standing still even though my hand was still moving. I froze. My reflection smiled. Not a mirror-smile — not that slow echo of your own grin — but something deliberate, wide, wrong. Then it raised its hand and traced a word in fog on the glass: “SOON.” I stumbled back, tripped, and the flashlight rolled away. When I grabbed it again, the mirror was empty — no reflection at all. Just my shaking breath against the cold glass. The next morning, I found fresh fingerprints inside the mirror’s surface — pressed behind the glass, as if someone had been trying to get out. That night, I covered every mirror. But I still hear fingernails scratching from the other side, tracing that same word again… “SOON.” stake id-username : enisrexheepi