THE MIRROR IN MY HOUSE SHOWED ME STANDING BEHIND MYSELF… WHILE I WAS STILL ASLEEP
THE MIRROR IN MY HOUSE SHOWED ME STANDING BEHIND MYSELF… WHILE I WAS STILL ASLEEP
Chapter 1: The Second Reflection
The first thing I saw when I woke up was myself standing in the mirror…
Except I was still in bed.
My eyes snapped open.
The room was dark.
Silent.
Normal.
But the mirror across from my bed was not.
In it…
I was standing perfectly still.
Staring directly at myself.
Smiling.
I couldn’t breathe.
My body stayed frozen under the blanket.
But in the mirror—
the “me” inside it lifted a hand.
Slowly.
And waved.
I shot up in bed.
The mirror went blank.
Just my reflection again.
Normal.
Tired.
Confused.
I rubbed my eyes hard.
“No… no, that’s not real.”
I forced a laugh.
Sleep paralysis.
Stress.
That had to be it.
But when I turned on the bedside lamp…
I noticed something.
My bedroom door was slightly open.
I always sleep with it closed.
Always.
I got up slowly.
Walked toward it.
My hand hovered over the handle.
Then—
I heard breathing.
From inside the closet.
Soft.
Measured.
Like someone trying not to be heard.
I froze.
Every rational thought told me to run.
But instead…
I opened the closet.
Nothing.
Just clothes.
Shoes.
Darkness.
I exhaled.
Relief hit me too fast.
Then—
A whisper came from right behind me.
“Don’t turn around.”
I turned around anyway.
Nothing was there.
But the mirror in the hallway—
May you like
it showed me standing in the closet.
Smiling again.
