It started like any normal night. I was brushing my hair in front of the mirror, lost in thought, when I noticed something chilling: my reflection wasn’t copying me.br br I raised my hand toward my face, but the reflection didn’t move. I thought it was a trick of the light… until it smiled. Not a warm smile—a cold, sinister one.br br I leaned in closer, frozen in place. Then the reflection raised its hand—but not to mimic me. It pointed to the door behind me.br br I spun around… no one was there.br br When I looked back at the mirror… my reflection was gone.br br Then I heard a whisper behind me:br "You shouldn’t have looked.