Mirror Mirror

 The girl sat in her room, staring at the shadowy corner where the moonlight barely reached. She heard the faintest sound of a whisper, so soft she thought it was her imagination.

But then it came again, louder this time, right behind her. "Don’t turn around."

Her heart froze as the voice, unmistakably her own, whispered from the darkness, "Why are you in my room?"

A chill swept over her as she realized she was not alone. The mirror across the room reflected her pale, terrified face—but behind her, another girl stood, grinning, eyes hollow and wide.

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