“Mirrors” – Alexa Karet ’24

When I creaked open the door, the twins were hung against the wall, blood dripping off of their dead, mangled bodies onto the carpet.

I screamed at the top of my lungs. How could this have happened? I racked my brain for some clarity. Last night, I locked the doors and laid down on the couch. I remember seeing a flash outside the window, but I just thought it was an animal. Besides, the doors were locked. There was no sign of a break in, and the alarm system hadn’t gone off.

Somewhere in my state of panic, I dialed 911. I looked up and saw my horrified face in the mirror. WAIT. A mirror? Not a window? THAT’S WHAT I LOOKED THROUGH LAST NIGHT. Does that mean…Is someone inside the…

That’s when I saw him. His face, next to mine in the mirror. The phone line went dead.