THE FIRST GLIMPSE
I had just moved into my late grandmother’s old house on the outskirts of the city. The house was beautiful but carried an eerie silence. On my first night, I woke up thirsty and walked into the hallway.
ME: (muttering) Just a glass of water and back to bed…
As I passed the tall antique mirror, I froze. In the reflection, I saw myself… and a dark silhouette standing right behind my shoulder.
THE SECOND NIGHT
I told myself it was just my imagination. But the next night, the same thing happened. This time the figure was closer. I could almost make out long black hair covering its face.
ME: Who’s there?!
I spun around instantly. Nothing. The hallway was empty. My heart pounded as I stared back into the mirror. The figure was still there, now tilting its head slightly.
THE WHISPER
On the third night, I decided to record myself walking past the mirror on my phone. I played the video back immediately after.
VOICE FROM PHONE: (low whisper) Don’t… turn… around…
The voice wasn’t mine. It was a woman’s voice — soft, broken, and sounding exactly like my grandmother.
THE TRUTH IN THE GLASS
I couldn’t sleep anymore. I stood directly in front of the mirror at 3:33 AM, staring into it without blinking. The figure slowly raised its hand and placed it on my shoulder from behind in the reflection.
GRANDMOTHER’S VOICE: You shouldn’t have come back here…
I felt ice-cold fingers actually touch my real shoulder. I screamed and smashed the mirror with a chair. Glass shattered everywhere.
THE FINAL REFLECTION
When the glass settled, I looked down at the broken pieces. Every single shard still showed the same dark figure standing behind me… even though I was now alone in the room.
IT FOLLOWS
I left the house that same night and checked into a hotel. I thought I was safe. But when I looked into the bathroom mirror to wash my face…
The figure was standing right behind me again… and this time it was smiling.

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