a man brushing his teeth in front of a mirror

John hated mirrors. Ever since he was a kid, he felt they watched him. But tonight, he couldn’t avoid the one in his bathroom. He stood, brushing his teeth, trying to ignore the feeling.Then it happened.His reflection stopped.John froze, toothbrush halfway to his mouth, staring at the motionless figure in the mirror. Slowly, the reflection smiled—a grin too wide for his face.“Why do you look so scared?” it whispered.John stumbled back, dropping his toothbrush. The reflection stepped closer to the glass.“You should’ve let me out sooner.”Before John could scream, the reflection slammed its palm against the mirror. The glass shattered—except it didn’t fall. Instead, his reflection stepped out, grinning.John’s screams stopped when the bathroom light flickered off.