The Imitator

“She Looked Like My Sister” I was alone at home late at night. The lights were

off. I saw my sister standing in the hallway. She looked normal.

Same face. Same clothes. But she didn’t move. She just smiled. Her eyes didn’t

blink. I said her name. She copied my voice and said it back. Slow.

Perfect. I felt scared. She took one step closer. Her neck bent the

wrong way. Her shadow didn’t match her body. I whispered, “Who are you?”

She smiled wider and said, “I learned how to be her.” That’s when I ran.