A Case of Mistaken Identity, Part 2

Read Part 1 here.

The boy stared down at me, my mirror double, and once again I wondered if this was all a dream. I imagined that if only I could keep calm, if I could give myself time to wake up, the strange apparition would evaporate. But that hideous alter ego of mine never wavered.

“Don’t scream,” he said, his mouth set in a wicked rictus. “If you try, you’ll be sorry.”

I struggled against the hand that covered my mouth, and it pressed down tighter. In that moment, I knew monsters were real...