"Reflections of Fear"

"Don’t Look in the Mirror After Midnight" My sister always covered the mirror in her room at night.

She said, "Something moved in it once." I laughed at her… until last week.

I stayed over, and when I saw the blanket on the mirror, I pulled it off. Silly,

I know. Before bed, I looked at the glass—and I swear my reflection...

blinked out of sync. I froze. But nothing else happened. I fell asleep.

At 3:11 a.m., something woke me up. I heard a whisper: "Give me your face."

I looked in the mirror. My reflection was smiling. But I wasn’t.

It started tapping on the glass. From the inside. In the morning, the mirror was gone.