a woman standing in front of a mirror looking at herself

**"The Reflection"**Lena always hated mirrors. As a child, she would avoid them, unable to shake the feeling that they weren’t quite right. But when she moved into her new apartment, she found a beautiful, old mirror in the attic, hidden beneath a dusty cloth. The frame was intricately carved with strange symbols, but the glass was pristine.One night, after a long day, she stared into the mirror while brushing her hair. She noticed something strange. Her reflection didn’t mirror her exact movements. When she ran the brush through her hair, her reflection lingered, staring back at her with a twisted smile.Lena froze, heart pounding. The reflection moved its lips, forming words she couldn’t hear.Suddenly, it spoke aloud, its voice hollow and cold: *“You’re not alone.”*Lena stumbled backward, but the reflection didn't follow. Instead, it remained, standing still, its grin growing wider.The next morning, Lena tried to leave, but her door wouldn't open. The walls felt like they were closing in. In the corner of he