Reflections of a Hidden Presence

Ever feel like you’re not alone, even when you are? My new apartment is tiny,

but cheap. The only odd thing is the mirror. It’s antique, built right into

the wall of my bedroom. Sometimes, in my peripheral vision, I catch movement

in its reflection. Like a faint shadow passing behind me, when nothing is there.

I just blink and it’s gone. Then, yesterday, I was making coffee.

The mirror reflected my kitchen. I saw myself, standing right behind me.

But the person in the mirror smiled. I don't smile when I make coffee. And I don’t have

a reflection in my kitchen. What’s the scariest thing you’ve seen in a reflection?