"Don't look in the mirror at night," Grandma used to say.
But Anaya never believed in those warnings.
That night, when she glanced into the mirror—she saw herself smiling back. But her eyes... were too deep. Too knowing. As if someone else was watching from inside.
Then her reflection moved first. Before she did.
Its neck slowly stretched. Hair fell over its face. A second mouth opened beneath the cheek—full of jagged teeth—and it whispered:
"My turn now."
Anaya's eyes began to bleed. Her body went cold.
They say, when you stare into a mirror at night, something ancient stares back. It crawls into your world as you get pulled into its. And once you're trapped... it wears your skin.
If you're reading this—don't look at your reflection tonight.
Because it's already looking back.