The Mirror’s WarningSophie had always been drawn to antiques, so when she found an ornate mirror at a flea market, she couldn’t resist. The frame was golden, carved with intricate patterns of vines and eyes. The seller, an old woman, hesitated before taking her money.The ReflectionBack home, Sophie hung the mirror in her bedroom. That night, as she brushed her hair, she noticed something strange—her reflection wasn’t following her movements precisely. It lagged, just for a second.She shook off the unease and went to bed.The DistortionOver the next few days, the delays grew worse. Sometimes, the reflection would smile when she wasn’t. Other times, it would turn its head slightly when she stood still.Then, one night, Sophie woke up to a faint whisper. She turned toward the mirror.Her reflection was standing up.The EscapeFrozen in fear, she watched as the reflection stepped closer, pressing its hands against the glass from the inside.Then it mouthed two words:Let me.Sophie grabbed the nearest object and smashed the mirror into pieces. The shards lay scattered across the floor, reflecting nothing but darkness.But as she turned to leave the room, she caught her own reflection in the window.It was still smiling.
