Jack slowly lowered his toothbrush.
His reflection did not.
Instead...
It smiled.
Then it raised one hand.
And tapped on the inside of the glass.
Three slow knocks.
Knock...
Knock...
Knock...
The lights went out.
When they came back...
The apartment was empty.
Weeks later, police entered after neighbors reported hearing strange noises.
There was no sign of Jack.
No fingerprints.
No struggle.
Nothing.
Only one sentence written on the bathroom mirror:
"Room 307 is wherever the mirror is."
