The Mirror's Grin

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The lights went out at exactly 2:17 a.m. At first, I thought it was just load shedding. I reached for my phone, turned on the flashlight, and looked around my room. Everything seemed normal—except the mirror. It was facing my bed. I was sure I had turned it toward the wall before sleeping. Trying to ignore it, I lay back down. That’s when I heard it. A soft knock. From inside the mirror. I froze. Another knock. This time louder. Then a whisper, faint but clear: “Let me out…” My heart started pounding. I slowly turned my head toward the mirror. In the dim light, I saw my reflection— —but it wasn’t copying me. It was smiling. I wasn’t. The knocking became frantic. The “thing” in the mirror started banging, its grin stretching wider, eyes hollow and desperate. “Please… switch places with me,” it begged. I shut my eyes tight. When I opened them again, the room was silent. The mirror was back against the wall. Relieved, I grabbed my phone to check the time. 2:17 a.m. Then my phone screen lit up— and I saw myself staring back… smiling.