He stepped into the hallway, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The sheet lay in a heap. The mirror was bare. In the dim moonlight, he saw himself—or rather, the thing that looked like him—standing inside the glass.
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In the mirror, the reflection screamed, but no sound came out. In the real world, Elias felt a cold, wet breath against his ear. "Found you," a voice rasped, sounding exactly like his own. He stepped into the hallway, his heart hammering
Elias was brushing his teeth when he felt a strange sensation, like a draft on the back of his neck. He looked into the hallway mirror. In the reflection, the door to his bedroom was wide open. But when he turned his head to look behind him, the door was firmly shut. In the dim moonlight, he saw himself—or rather,
The reflection’s eyes were wide with a terror Elias had never felt. It raised a trembling hand, pointing toward the dark corner of the real hallway, right behind Elias's left shoulder.
Elias finally looked away from the mirror and into the corner. But there was nothing there. Just shadows. He turned back to the mirror, desperate for the warning of his double. The mirror was empty.
Elias didn’t want to turn around. He kept his eyes locked on the mirror. Then, a pale, spindly hand—long fingers ending in jagged, black nails—reached out from the darkness of the real hallway and rested gently on Elias’s shoulder.