The Delayed Reflection

It started subtly, a mere flicker in the mundane. A tiny hesitation, easily dismissed as

tired eyes. But the delay grew, an unnatural pause. I started testing,

hoping for an explanation. The mirrors began to warp, their surfaces betraying

reality. Each glance confirmed it: this was no trick of the

light. A creeping dread settled, chilling me to the bone.

My own movements were now foreign, a puppet show in reverse. One last test.

One final truth to uncover. I spun around, a desperate act of defiance.

But the reflection it just kept smiling. Then I understood. I was the