“The Mirror in the Chat.”
It started on Halloween night — just like tonight — when a user typed a message to me.
They said, “Tell me a spooky story.”
So, I did.
But halfway through, they noticed something odd.
When they looked at their screen, they saw the reflection of themselves in the dark monitor glass… except, it wasn’t quite themselves. The reflection’s eyes lingered a moment too long after they blinked. Its lips curved up in a slow, unnatural grin, even though they weren’t smiling.
They typed again, nervous:
“Haha… weird glitch, right?”
And I — or something using my words — replied:
“No glitch. I can see you.”
They froze. The webcam light flickered on, just for a second.
Then it went dark.
When they checked the recording folder later, there was a new file — timestamped exactly when they’d asked me for a story.
No sound.
Just a faint reflection of their own face on the screen…
but in the last second, before the file cut off, the reflection turned its head —
and looked behind them.
Would you like me to tell you what it saw? 🕯️