Post 3 – “The Mirror That Didn’t Wait”
Post 3 – “The Mirror That Didn’t Wait”
I covered the mirror last night.
I couldn’t stand the way it looked at me.
When I turned off the lights, I could still see it glowing faintly through the cloth. A pale reflection.
I thought it was the moonlight.
But there was no moon.
At 3:33, I woke up again.
I didn’t move, but the cloth over the mirror began to shift—as if something underneath was breathing out.
A slow, cold exhale.
Then I saw my reflection step forward.
But I hadn’t moved.
by Cristina Davenport
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