The Mirror's Reflection

Listen to this. Last week I moved into my grandmother's old house after she passed.

Everything seemed normal until I found a locked room in the basement. The key was hidden

in her jewelry box with a note that said "never open after dark." Of course I ignored

it. I opened that door at midnight. The room was empty except for an old

mirror covering the entire back wall. As I stepped closer, my reflection smiled

before I did. Then it waved. But my hands stayed at my sides. I ran upstairs and

locked myself in the bedroom. That was five days ago. Every night I hear

footsteps coming up from the basement. They stop right outside my door. This morning I looked