The Reflection That Smiled Back

Did you know your reflection isn’t always you? Alex always brushed his teeth before

bed. One night, he noticed something strange— his reflection wasn’t

moving exactly with him. He lifted his hand. The reflection lifted its hand a moment

late. He leaned forward. It leaned forward a little too far. He backed away from

the mirror, heart pounding. And then the reflection smiled— even though Alex

didn’t. He stepped out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

A second later, he heard tapping on the mirror from the other side. Soft at first.

Then louder. He grabbed his phone to call someone, but before he could dial,