Familiar Face In The Mirror
Emily hated mornings, but this one was worse. A dull ache throbbed behind her eyes, and her reflection in the bathroom mirror was a mess of tangled hair and mascara smudges. As she leaned in for a closer look, a prickle of unease danced down her spine. Her reflection wasn’t quite… right.
The familiar freckle beside her left eye was gone. In its place, a tiny, crescent-shaped scar. Panic clawed at her throat. Had she gotten hurt in her sleep? There were no bandages, no soreness, just that unsettling mark. Brushing it off as exhaustion, she finished her routine, the unsettling feeling lingering.
At work, the day blurred by. Clients droned on, the office buzz a dull hum. But every time she glanced in the mirror, a sliver of doubt gnawed at her. The scar seemed deeper, more pronounced. Her reflection’s eyes held a flicker of something… alien.
Back home, the feeling intensified. The apartment, usually a haven, felt alien. Even her favorite mug seemed… wrong. As she forced down a tasteless dinner, a shadow flickered in the corner of her eye. In the mirror, a chilling smile stretched across her reflection’s face, wider than any humanly possible.
Emily’s blood ran cold. Her reflection mimicked her growing terror, the smile morphing into a grotesque parody. A scream ripped from her throat, shattering the silence. But in the mirror, the reflection’s smile faltered, replaced by a look of… disappointment?
With a final, chilling glint, the mirror image flickered and vanished. Emily stared into the empty reflection, the scar now a faint line, a whisper of the horror she’d witnessed. Sleep was a distant dream that night, the memory of the unsettling smile a constant reminder that sometimes, what stares back from the mirror isn’t quite you.
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