The Reflection That Blinked
Eddie cleaned the cracked mirror he’d found in his grandmother’s attic. Dust smeared across the glass, but as he wiped, he noticed something wrong—his reflection’s eyes stayed fixed on him, unblinking, even when he turned away.
He laughed nervously and leaned closer. The reflection smiled.
Eddie did not.
His chest tightened as the smile widened, stretching past human limits. Then, from inside the mirror, fingers pressed against the glass—his fingers, only older, thinner, trembling.
A whisper came, not from the room, but from behind the mirror:
“Finally found you.”
The lightbulb flickered. When it came back on, only one Eddie remained.
And he was standing inside the glass.
stake id: bardsimpson