Someone is living in my mirror!

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 I never thought much about my reflection in the mirror. It was just a mundane part of my daily routine, brushing my teeth and hair, getting ready for work. But now, I can't look in the mirror without feeling a shiver run down my spine.


It started a few weeks ago. I noticed something strange in the mirror, a faint image of a person behind me. It was almost like a shadow, but it moved when I moved. I thought it was just a trick of the light, but it kept happening.


I tried to ignore it, but then I started hearing things. Strange whispers, like someone was speaking directly into my ear. I would turn around, but there was never anyone there.


Then, things started getting more intense. The shadowy figure in the mirror became more defined, and it was starting to resemble me. But not exactly me, more like a distorted version of myself.


One night, I woke up to find my bedroom mirror shattered on the floor. I could see the distorted reflection staring up at me from the shards. It felt like it was taunting me, daring me to look closer.


I started to feel like someone was watching me all the time, even when I was alone. It was like the reflection had taken on a life of its own and was following me everywhere.


I tried to talk to my family and friends about it, but they thought I was losing my mind. They said it was just my imagination playing tricks on me, but I knew that it was real.


Last night, I woke up to find the distorted reflection standing at the foot of my bed. It was grinning at me, its eyes glowing with a sickly yellow light.


I don't know what to do. I can't escape it, no matter where I go. I'm trapped in this nightmare, and I don't know how to get out.


If you're reading this, please, don't ignore the signs. Don't dismiss the strange things you see in the mirror. Someone is living in your mirror, and they're waiting for you to let your guard down. Don't let it happen to you.

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