Lena always turned off the bathroom light before bed, until that night.
She brushed her teeth, looked up, and saw her reflection smiling… though her own mouth was still closed.
She froze. The reflection tilted its head, grin widening, and slowly lifted a hand to the glass.
Then the light flickered.
When it came back on, the mirror was empty.
From the dark hallway behind her came a whisper... “Your turn.”
Stake - daiyo