Night Time Story: The Mirror That Didn’t Reflect Me

At first, Isabelle didn’t notice.

She brushed her hair, tied her shoes, checked her reflection like always. But one morning, as she passed the mirror, she caught something strange out of the corner of her eye.

Her reflection wasn’t moving.

She turned back quickly. It copied her now—perfectly. But her stomach twisted. She was sure, for just a second, that it had been watching her.

That night, she tested it. She moved her hand, slowly. The reflection followed. She blinked. It blinked.

Then, just before she turned away, she saw it.

A delay. A tiny, tiny delay.

Something cold crawled up her spine.

She backed away, keeping her eyes on the mirror. But the longer she stared, the more she felt like she was staring at something… not quite her.

The next morning, she covered the mirror with a sheet.

But that night, when she woke up, the sheet was on the floor.

And the reflection was smiling.

By Marianne Willow