I was trapped in the bathroom, and the figures in the mirror were moving out of sync with me.
At first it was just half a beat, then it started rehearsing my moves in advance.
Until I discovered to my horror that it could actually smile before I made a move.
I asked myself in the mirror for help, but it put its finger to its lips.
"Shh, don't let her hear..."
The next second, thick black hair oozed from the mirror and wrapped around my neck.
A text message from the "abnormal scene cleaner" lit up the mobile phone screen: "Arrived at the scene, please open the door."
I struggled to unlock the phone and replied: "Save... Mirror..."
The reflection in the mirror suddenly came closer and twisted into a strange smile.
"It's too late, she's right behind you."
