The Mirror at the End of the Street
Some reflections show more than just your face.
When Leo moved into his new apartment, he noticed an antique mirror left behind by the previous tenant. It was beautifully crafted but strangely cold to the touch. Every morning, his reflection seemed slightly… different.
One night, he saw his reflection move after he did. It smiled when he didn’t. Terrified, Leo covered the mirror with a blanket—but the next morning, the blanket was gone, and his reflection was standing closer to the glass than ever before.
The climax came when he tried to smash the mirror. The glass shattered, but instead of breaking, the reflection stepped through the cracks and whispered, “I’ve waited long enough.”
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