Mia lay on her bed, the glow of her phone illuminating her face in the otherwise dark room. Her eyes were heavy, but her curiosity kept her awake, scrolling through endless feeds. The antique mirror stood silently across the room, its intricate frame casting delicate shadows that seemed to move with the moonlight. "Just one more video," she murmured to herself, stifling a yawn.

The room was silent except for the occasional creak of the house settling. Suddenly, a soft tapping sound broke the quiet. Mia dismissed it as a branch brushing against the window, but the sound grew louder and more insistent. Tap… tap… tap. "Probably nothing," she reassured herself, though her heart began to race.

Mia set her phone aside and leaned closer to the mirror, curiosity piquing her fear. Her reflection stared back, but something felt off—there was an unnatural depth in her eyes. Her breath caught as the reflection tilted its head in a way she hadn't. "Mia..." a voice whispered, echoing through the silence.

Mia stumbled back, her heart pounding as the reflection's mouth twisted into a grin, wider than any human's should be. The hands in the mirror pressed against the glass, fingers splayed as if seeking escape. "Let me out," it hissed, the voice carrying a sinister edge that sent shivers down her spine.

Panic surged through Mia as she turned to run, her mind racing for an explanation. But when she glanced over her shoulder, there it was—her own image standing in the reflection of the open bedroom doorway, another twisted grin plastered on its face. "What is happening?" she gasped, terror gripping her.

Now, the room is empty, save for the mirror, which remains unmoved on the wall. The intricate frame catches the moonlight, casting delicate patterns across the floor. Mia is gone, her presence erased, leaving the mirror as the sole witness to the night's events, waiting patiently for the next curious soul.