The face staring back at a copy of your own.

The features are identical—every line, every shadow—but something is wrong. The smile stretches just a little too wide, and the eyes remain empty. Hollow. Like a mask pretending to be human.

The doorknob jerks violently. The wood trembles under heavy, frantic blows. The thing is trying to get in.

Your breath catches in your throat. You stumble back, heart hammering.