The Man in the Reflection

Story:

It started with the mirror in my bathroom.

After every shower, the steam would fog it up—normal. What wasn’t normal was the shape I saw standing behind me in the fog. A tall man. No face. Just the outline.

Every time I turned around, no one was there.

I thought I was seeing things. Overworked. Sleep-deprived.

But then it happened again the next day. And the next.

And the shape got clearer.

One night, I left the shower running just to test it. Let the steam fill the room. I stepped back slowly, heart pounding.

And there he was.

Not just a foggy outline now—he had details. A black suit. Long, twisted fingers. A pale, stretched face. But worst of all…

He was smiling.

I turned around, fast.

Nothing.

I wiped the mirror clean.

Gone.

I told my best friend. She laughed, said it was just anxiety. “You need sleep,” she said.

So I slept.

And I dreamed.

Of him.

In my mirror. Pressing against the glass. Waiting.

I woke up sweating, ran to the bathroom, flipped on the light—

He was already there.

Standing behind me.

Smiling.

Not in the mirror now. In the room.

I screamed and turned around—

Empty.

I moved out of that apartment a week later.

New place. New mirror.I thought I left him behind.

But this morning, I stepped out of the shower and saw a handprint on the glass.

And when I turned to leave...

The mirror smiled.

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shohel rana