The Reflection's Grin

Ever wondered if you’re really alone in your own skin? I was just brushing my teeth,

late last night. Staring into the mirror. My reflection stared back,

just as always. Until its eyes flickered. Not mine. *Its* eyes. Then,

a slow, sickening smile spread across its face, a grin far too wide

to be human. My own mouth was tightly shut, but in the glass, *it* opened wider

and wider. Silently screaming, my eyes in the mirror were wide with absolute, frozen terror.

My body stood paralyzed. The reflection leaned closer, just its face, pressed against

the glass. Then, it blinked. I hadn’t. Don’t look too long