I was brushing my teeth when I noticed something strange in the bathroom mirror a faint, misty face staring back at me from behind the fog. At first, I thought it was a trick of the steam, but the face grew clearer, its eyes cold and hollow. It didn’t belong to anyone I knew, yet it felt oddly familiar, like a forgotten memory trying to break through.
Every time I looked into the mirror afterward, the face appeared, sometimes closer, sometimes further away. It whispered my name softly, chilling me to the bone. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it, the presence grew stronger, reminding me that some reflections don’t just show what’s in front they reveal what’s trapped behind. Shutdown123