The Mirror

Mon, 05 Jan 2026 00:43:00 +0000

I walked in, the floorboards eerily creaking with every step. It was quiet. Too quiet. My bed looked as if it hadn't been touched for thousands of years. Where is everyone? The smell of the room suddenly reminded me of white walls and antiseptics. I looked around, peering into my closet. It was dark. Click. The light turns on. Flicker. Flicker. After a moment, I see a small movement, one so subtle you wouldn't know it was there. I stepped closer. Another shuffle. Closer. Another shuffle. I reached my hand out to move the black sweater from the hanger. The flickering gets faster. Time slows. My hand gets closer and closer and then... I moved it. Nothing. This was all my imagination.