Mirror, Mirror

Emma stumbled upon an old, dust-covered mirror in her attic, a relic she’d never seen before. Curious, she wiped away the grime, but as her reflection sharpened, she noticed something strange—her reflection smiled… while she hadn’t. Heart racing, she took a step back, and the reflection did too, only its eyes began to darken, deepening into endless voids.

Suddenly, her reflection lifted a hand, pressing it to the glass as if trying to escape. A whisper echoed in her mind, “Come closer…” Against every instinct, she stepped forward, reaching out until her hand met the cold surface.

In an instant, she felt herself yanked forward, a sensation like falling. When she blinked, she was looking out from the other side of the mirror, trapped, as her reflection walked away, wearing her face, living her life… while she faded, forever locked in the glass.