The Last Message

“The Last Notification” It was 2:47 a.m. when Mia’s phone buzzed on her nightstand. 1 new message from:

Mia Half asleep, she frowned. Her phone couldn’t text itself.

She opened the message. “Stop breathing so loud. You’ll wake me up.” Her pulse thudded.

The glow of the screen reflected in the mirror across the room — where she saw,

just behind her own reflection, a second figure lying in her bed. The phone buzzed

again. “Too late.”