Not My Sister

I was alone at home that night. Very late. Very quiet. I heard footsteps

behind me. I thought it was my sister. I turned around. She was standing

in the hallway. At first, she looked normal. Same clothes. Same face.

But something felt wrong. She was smiling. She never smiles like that.

Her eyes didn’t blink. Not even once. I said her name. She didn’t answer.

She took one step forward. Her neck moved a little… too much.

I felt cold. I looked at her hands. Her fingers were long.

Longer than I remembered. I told myself I was scared for no reason. Then she spoke.