Reflections of Warning

The mirror in my grandmother's basement reflects things that aren't there. I discovered this

when I was helping clean out her house after she passed. Every time I walked past it,

I'd catch glimpses of movement in the reflection, shadows that didn't match anything in

the room. At first I thought it was just tricks of light, but then I saw her.

My grandmother, standing right behind me in the mirror, her mouth moving like she was trying

to warn me about something. The terrifying part is that she looked exactly like she

did the day she died, except her eyes were completely black.

I turned around and nothing was there, but when I looked back at the mirror,