Reflections of Fear

Mia heard her name whispered from behind the bathroom mirror while brushing her teeth.

She leaned closer. Her reflection didn't move with her. It just smiled wider and wider.

Then it spoke through her own mouth in the glass. Switch with me. The lights died.

Cold hands pressed through from inside. Mia ran but every surface showed the same grinning face

watching her. Her phone. The windows. Even the microwave glass.

All staring. All smiling. All waiting. Then her reflection stepped out of the

darkness and Mia was gone.