The Grin in the Mirror

I always thought my reflection in the mirror was normal… until last night. It was past midnight,

and I woke up thirsty. The hallway was darker than usual, the kind of dark that feels heavy

and alive. I reached the kitchen, and something made me glance at the mirror on the wall.

At first, it looked normal. But then I noticed it: my reflection didn’t move when

I stepped closer. I froze. My heartbeat was loud in my ears. I blinked—and it

smiled. A slow, crooked grin that didn’t belong to me.

I stumbled back, my body trembling. My reflection lifted a hand, pointing behind

me. My stomach sank. I turned… nothing. When I dared to look back,