The Reflection’s Warning
Anna barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard the voice whispering from the mirrors, calling to her, urging her to let it in.
By morning, dark circles shadowed her eyes, and exhaustion clung to her like a heavy fog. But she forced herself to get up, pretending nothing was wrong.
As she walked to breakfast with Logan, Mia, and Ryan, she kept her head down, avoiding the reflective surfaces along the hallways.
Mia nudged her. “You look like you got into a fight with a spirit and lost.”
Anna gave a weak smile. “Just didn’t sleep well.”
Ryan studied her closely. “This is more than lack of sleep. You’ve been off since we got back from vacation.”
Anna hesitated. She wanted to tell them—but how could she explain that her own reflection was haunting her? That it was whispering in her ears, waiting for something.
Before she could speak, Logan suddenly froze.
“Guys,” he said, voice tense, “look.”
They turned to follow his gaz
