The clock showed 2:17 AM.
It hadn't moved for the last five minutes.
Aisha was sure of it.
She was sitting upright on her bed now, the blanket slipping slowly from her fingers. The room was silent — too silent. Even the usual buzzing of night insects outside her window was gone.
Dead quiet.
Her phone lay beside her pillow. Screen black. No notifications. No sound.
But she had heard something.
A soft inhale.
Not hers.
Slowly, she turned her head toward the corner of the room — the one the moonlight never fully touched.
Nothing.
Just darkness.
"Stop imagining things," she whispered to herself.
But her voice sounded strange… as if the room swallowed it before it could fully exist.
Her eyes moved to the mirror across the room.
That's when her breath caught.
She was sitting on the bed.
But in the mirror…
She wasn't.
Her reflection was still lying down.
Eyes closed.
Perfectly still.
Aisha blinked.
The reflection didn't.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
"No…" she muttered.
She slowly raised her hand.
In the mirror, the hand remained under the blanket.
Her fingers trembled. She lowered her hand again.
The reflection suddenly opened its eyes.
Aisha gasped.
Those eyes weren't confused.
They weren't scared.
They were calm.
Watching.
The reflection slowly sat up — movements slightly delayed, slightly wrong.
Its head tilted… but not in the same direction as hers.
Aisha couldn't move.
Her body felt frozen.
The reflection smiled.
Not a big smile.
Just enough to show it knew something.
The clock ticked.
2:18 AM.
It started moving again.
The room temperature dropped suddenly. A cold wave brushed against her neck.
Then she felt it.
Breathing.
Right behind her ear.
Warm.
Slow.
Steady.
But when she tried to turn — she couldn't.
Her body refused.
Her reflection in the mirror stood up from the bed.
It stepped forward.
But it wasn't walking toward the mirror.
It was walking toward her.
Each step it took in the mirror… she felt pressure on her mattress behind her.
As if something invisible was stepping closer.
The breathing grew louder.
She could almost feel lips near her skin.
"Don't turn around."
The whisper wasn't from behind.
It came from the mirror.
Her reflection's lips hadn't moved.
But the voice was hers.
Soft. Calm.
Wrong.
Tears gathered in her eyes.
"What do you want?" she whispered.
The reflection stopped.
Its head tilted again.
Then slowly… it raised its hand.
And pointed.
Not at her.
Behind her.
Her throat dried instantly.
The breathing stopped.
Complete silence.
Then—
A blink.
But not hers.
She didn't blink.
The reflection did.
Once.
Slowly.
And when it opened its eyes again…
They were completely black.
Aisha's body suddenly regained control.
She spun around.
Nothing.
No one.
Empty room.
Her door closed.
Window locked.
No shadow.
No figure.
She looked back at the mirror.
The reflection was normal again.
Sitting on the bed.
Terrified.
Just like her.
She let out a shaky breath.
"It's over…" she whispered.
Her phone screen suddenly lit up.
A notification.
Unknown Number.
Message:
"You turned around."
Her hands shook violently.
Another message came.
"You weren't supposed to."
Tears streamed down her face.
Her phone camera opened on its own.
Front camera.
She saw herself on the screen.
Crying.
Shaking.
Behind her…
On the screen only…
Someone was standing.
Tall.
Shadowed.
Its face blurry.
Its head slightly bent toward her.
But when she slowly turned around again —
Nothing.
Empty.
The phone vibrated.
Final message:
"Now I can stand where you can't see me."
The lights in her room flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then everything went dark.
The last thing Aisha heard before the silence swallowed the room—
Was her own voice…
Whispering from somewhere very close…
"Don't blink."
Just think… what was it? A reflection? Or something else?