I never believed in strange things.
Ghosts, shadows, or anything supernatural—
it all felt like stories made to scare people.
Until that night.
It was around 2:17 AM.
I woke up suddenly.
No reason.
No sound.
Just… awake.
My room was silent.
Too silent.
I sat up slowly and looked around.
Everything seemed normal.
My table.
My books.
My bag lying on the chair.
But something felt… off.
I got up and walked toward the mirror.
I don't even know why.
It felt like something was pulling me there.
I stood in front of it.
Staring at my reflection.
Me.
Normal.
Still.
I rubbed my eyes.
Maybe I was just tired.
Then—
I smiled.
But my reflection…
didn't.
My heart stopped.
I froze.
Slowly—
the reflection tilted its head.
Not me.
It was moving on its own.
"Who… are you…?" I whispered.
The reflection smiled.
A slow… unnatural smile.
"I've been waiting…"
My breath caught in my throat.
"Waiting… for what?"
It leaned closer.
Inside the mirror.
"For you to notice me."
I stepped back instantly.
"No… this isn't real…"
But it didn't stop.
The reflection slowly raised its hand—
And touched the mirror from inside.
Tap.
A crack appeared.
I gasped.
"Impossible…"
Tap.
Another crack.
The mirror began to break—
from the inside.
I turned to run—
But something grabbed my wrist.
Cold.
Tight.
I looked back—
And my reflection…
was no longer inside the mirror.
It was standing behind me.
🔥 Ending Hook
If the reflection is no longer in the mirror… then who is standing in it now?