Double Vision on the Night Bus

The last video on this lost phone is timestamped five minutes in the future. I found it on an

empty night bus, unlocked. The gallery showed a woman crying about a lookalike in her

room. By the next clip, the copy had replaced her, smiling with a snapped

neck. Then I clicked the future video. It was footage of me,

right now, on this bus. Behind me, that thing was whispering don't look up.

I saw its reflection in the window. Now I'm hiding, but a new notification just popped up.

There are two of me on this bus, and one of us is smiling.