Mira always checked Instagram before sleeping.
At 11:42 PM, she posted a simple selfie with the caption:
"Need a break from everything."
She locked her phone and went to brush her teeth.
When she came back—
There was another post.
From her account.
Posted 11:44 PM.
Same selfie.
But different caption.
"I'm finally free."
Her stomach dropped.
She hadn't written that.
She deleted it immediately.
Changed her password.
Checked login activity.
No unknown device.
Nothing.
She told herself it was a glitch.
Until the comments started.
Her best friend Rohan commented:
"Why are you posting the same pic again?"
Mira replied:
"What do you mean?"
Rohan sent her a screenshot.
There were three posts.
All uploaded within 5 minutes.
All with different captions.
And one of them said:
"You won't recognize me soon."
The next day at college, people stared at her.
Her classmate Ananya frowned.
"Why didn't you wave at me this morning?"
"I didn't see you," Mira said.
"You walked right past me near the canteen."
Mira felt cold.
She wasn't even in college in the morning.
She had a fever.
She came late.
But Ananya showed her something worse.
A photo.
Taken 8:30 AM.
It was Mira.
Standing near the canteen.
Looking straight at the camera.
But her eyes—
Looked empty.
Almost… satisfied.
That night she checked her gallery.
There were pictures she didn't remember taking.
Videos of her sleeping.
Taken from inside her room.
She lived alone.
Doors locked.
Windows locked.
No sign of break-in.
Then she saw something terrifying.
In one of the videos—
At 3:17 AM—
She sat up in bed.
Turned toward the camera.
And smiled.
But she remembered nothing.
The next morning, her mother called.
Her voice sounded confused.
"Mira… why did you call me crying at 2 AM?"
"I didn't."
"You said you're not the real one anymore."
Silence.
Then her mother whispered.
"Are you safe right now?"
Mira slowly turned toward her mirror.
Her reflection blinked slower than she did.
And then—
Her reflection tilted its head.
Whispered.
"You're the copy."
The lights went out.