Reflected Terror

Late at night, Mira stood brushing her hair in front of her bedroom mirror. Thunder rumbled

outside. Lightning flashed. She paused. In the mirror, her reflection was

still brushing, even though she had stopped. Heart pounding, she leaned closer.

The reflection grinned—a wide, unnatural smile stretching ear to ear.

Then it lifted the brush... and slammed it into the glass from the inside.

Crack. Again. Crack! Suddenly— The reflection reached

through. The lights flickered. Mira screamed. And just like that— Only one version

remained. Behind the mirror… something watched.