Twist Endings

It started as an ordinary morning. Ethan stretched, groggily rubbed his eyes, and shuffled to the bathroom. He flicked on the light, yawning as he leaned over the sink. But when he looked into the mirror, his reflection didn’t yawn back.

Ethan froze. His mind scrambled for logic—maybe he was still half-asleep? He forced a grin, but the man in the mirror didn’t mimic it. Instead, he frowned.

Heart pounding, Ethan lifted a trembling hand. His reflection did the same, but there was a delay—barely half a second, just enough to be wrong.

Then, the reflection spoke.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

Ethan stumbled back, knocking over his toothbrush holder. His reflection stood still, watching.

“What the hell—” Ethan’s voice cracked.

The reflection sighed. “Listen to me carefully. I don’t have much time.”

Ethan felt his stomach drop. He should run, scream, do something, but his feet were cemented to the floor.

The man in the mirror—his twin, but not—pressed his hands against the glass. “You need to switch places with me.”

Ethan shook his head. “Nope. Absolutely not. This is a dream. Just a—”

The lights flickered. A deep vibration hummed through the air, making the walls tremble. The reflection’s eyes darkened, shifting into something… inhuman.

“They’re coming,” it whispered. “Choose now.”

The mirror began to ripple, like water. Ethan took a step back. Then another.

“What is this?” he demanded.

“You don’t want to know,” the reflection said. Its voice was growing distorted, layered. Desperate.

A hand shot out of the mirror, his hand, but colder than ice. It grabbed Ethan’s wrist and pulled.

Panic surged through him. He dug his heels into the floor, trying to yank away, but the pull was impossibly strong. The bathroom around him warped. The lights flickered wildly. His reflection—not his reflection—was grinning now, its teeth too sharp, its eyes too hollow.

Then—

Everything went black.

The Other Side

Ethan gasped, his lungs seizing. The air was thick, humid. He stumbled forward and crashed onto… glass. He was standing inside the mirror.

He spun around. His bathroom was on the other side, clear as day. His other self stood in the real world now, stretching as if adjusting to a new body.

Ethan slammed his fists against the glass. “Let me out!”

The man in the bathroom—his replacement—grinned and placed a single finger to his lips. “Shh,” he whispered. “Enjoy your stay.”

Then he turned and walked away, leaving Ethan trapped inside his own reflection.

As Ethan screamed, the mirror shimmered and faded into nothing.