The Mirror That Followed Me

“Every night, when I’m home alone, I hear footsteps in the hallway. But there’s never

anyone there.Last night, I decided to check. I crept through the dark house,

heart pounding, and stopped in front of the old mirror at the end of the hall.Suddenly,

something moved in the reflection. A figure that looked exactly like me—except its smile… was wrong.I

stepped back. It stepped back too. I ran. It followed.I locked

myself in my bedroom. Silence. I thought I was safe.Then, behind me,

a soft, scraping whisper:‘Why are you late again?’”