When 27-year-old Jessica Morgan moved into a two-bedroom apartment in Birmingham, she thought she had finally found the perfect roommate.
Her new flatmate, Rebecca, was polite, quiet, and surprisingly generous.
She always paid her rent early, kept the apartment spotless, and never invited anyone over.
But Rebecca had one unusual habit.
She refused to have mirrors anywhere in the apartment.
At first, Jessica assumed it was simply a personal preference.
Then one night, she discovered something impossible.
Her roommate had no reflection.
The Strange House Rules
Jessica met Rebecca through an online rental advertisement.
The apartment was beautiful, with large windows, modern furniture, and a spacious living room.
The rent was almost suspiciously cheap.
Before Jessica signed the agreement, Rebecca mentioned three rules.
“Never leave the bathroom mirror uncovered after midnight.”
“Never take photographs of me.”
“And whatever happens, don’t open my bedroom door when I’m sleeping.”
Jessica laughed.
“You’re joking, right?”
Rebecca didn’t smile.
“I wish I was.”
Despite feeling uncomfortable, Jessica agreed.
She needed somewhere affordable to live.
The First Unusual Discovery
For the first two weeks, everything seemed normal.
Rebecca worked from home, rarely went outside, and spent most evenings reading old books.
One Saturday afternoon, Jessica was getting ready for a friend’s birthday party.
She stood in front of the hallway mirror, applying lipstick.
Rebecca walked behind her.
Jessica noticed the movement from the corner of her eye.
But when she looked into the mirror, something was wrong.
She could see the hallway.
She could see the furniture.
She could even see Rebecca’s coffee mug floating through the reflection.
But Rebecca herself was invisible.
Jessica turned around.
Rebecca was standing directly behind her.
“Is something wrong?” Rebecca asked.
Jessica stared at the mirror.
Then back at her roommate.
“No,” she whispered.
But she knew what she had seen.
The Photograph That Changed Everything
The following evening, Jessica decided to test her suspicion.
She pretended to take a selfie while Rebecca sat on the sofa.
The camera clicked.
Jessica looked at the photograph.
Her own face appeared clearly.
The sofa was visible.
The lamp was glowing.
But the space where Rebecca sat was completely empty.
Only a slight indentation in the sofa cushion suggested that someone had been there.
Jessica felt her hands trembling.
Then Rebecca spoke from behind her.
“I asked you not to photograph me.”
Jessica nearly dropped her phone.
Rebecca’s expression was no longer friendly.
“Delete it,” she whispered.
Jessica obeyed immediately.
But that night, she secretly checked her recently deleted photographs.
The image had changed.
Rebecca was now visible.
She stood behind Jessica.
Her face was pressed close to Jessica’s ear.
And beneath the photograph appeared a message Jessica had never typed.
“She isn’t the one you should be afraid of.”
The Woman Behind the Glass
At 2:46 AM, Jessica woke to the sound of scratching.
It came from the bathroom.
She stepped into the hallway and noticed that the bathroom light was on.
The mirror had been uncovered.
Jessica approached slowly.
At first, her reflection looked normal.
Then it smiled.
Jessica wasn’t smiling.
Her reflection lifted one hand.
Jessica’s real hand remained at her side.
The reflection pressed its palm against the glass.
A faint whisper filled the bathroom.
“Let me out.”
Jessica stumbled backward.
The reflection’s smile widened.
“Rebecca won’t let me leave.”
Suddenly, Rebecca appeared in the doorway.
“Get away from the mirror!” she shouted.
She threw a towel over the glass.
The scratching stopped.
Rebecca’s Terrifying Secret
Jessica demanded an explanation.
Rebecca sat silently at the kitchen table.
Finally, she spoke.
“Ten years ago, I bought an antique mirror from an estate sale.”
She explained that the mirror had once belonged to a woman who believed reflections were separate beings.
According to the woman’s diary, mirrors did not simply show the world.
They held copies of everyone who looked into them.
Most reflections remained trapped.
But occasionally, one learned how to escape.
Jessica stared at her roommate.
“What does that have to do with you?”
Rebecca lowered her eyes.
“One night, my reflection stepped out.”
Jessica felt a chill.
“Then what happened?”
Rebecca whispered:
“It took my place.”
The Real Rebecca
Rebecca explained that the woman Jessica had been living with was not the original owner of the apartment.
She was a reflection that had escaped from the antique mirror.
The real Rebecca was trapped somewhere behind the glass.
“But why can’t I see your reflection?” Jessica asked.
“Because I don’t have one anymore.”
Rebecca looked toward the hallway.
“And now the mirror wants another person.”
Jessica remembered the strange photograph.
The message.
The smiling reflection.
It had been warning her.
Or perhaps inviting her.
“How do I stop it?” Jessica asked.
Rebecca’s voice trembled.
“Never let your reflection touch you.”
The Night the Mirror Broke
Jessica decided to leave the apartment the next morning.
But at exactly 3:00 AM, she heard a loud crash.
The bathroom mirror had shattered.
Broken glass covered the floor.
Yet every fragment showed the same impossible image.
Jessica standing inside a dark room.
Her reflection was banging against the glass.
“Help me!” it screamed.
Jessica backed away.
Then she heard footsteps behind her.
Rebecca stood at the end of the hallway.
But something was different.
For the first time, Rebecca had a reflection in the broken glass.
And that reflection was smiling.
“Jessica,” Rebecca whispered.
“Don’t look behind you.”
Jessica froze.
A cold hand rested gently on her shoulder.
Then a voice identical to her own whispered:
“Too late.”
The Two Jessicas
Jessica spun around.
Standing behind her was another woman.
She had Jessica’s face.
Jessica’s hair.
Jessica’s clothes.
Even the small silver necklace Jessica had worn since childhood.
The double smiled.
“Thank you for keeping my place warm.”
Jessica tried to run.
But the hallway seemed to stretch endlessly.
Every door led back to the bathroom.
Every mirror fragment reflected the same terrifying scene.
Her double was getting closer.
Rebecca suddenly grabbed Jessica’s hand and pulled her toward the front door.
“Run!”
They reached the entrance.
Jessica turned the handle.
The door opened.
For one wonderful moment, she thought she had escaped.
Then she looked down.
Her reflection was visible in the polished metal door handle.
But the reflection wasn’t moving.
It was watching her.
The Final Reflection
The next morning, Jessica woke in her bedroom.
Sunlight filled the apartment.
Everything looked normal.
The bathroom mirror was intact.
Rebecca was making breakfast.
“Bad dream?” Rebecca asked cheerfully.
Jessica nodded.
She wanted to believe that everything had been a nightmare.
Then she walked into the bathroom.
She stood in front of the mirror.
Her reflection smiled.
Jessica smiled back nervously.
But when she raised her right hand, her reflection raised its left.
That seemed normal.
Until Jessica stepped away.
Her reflection remained standing in front of the mirror.
It pressed one finger against its lips.
Then it whispered:
“Don’t tell Rebecca. She still thinks you’re the real one.”
Jessica slowly turned toward the bathroom door.
Rebecca was standing there.
For the first time, Jessica noticed something terrifying.
Rebecca had no reflection.
And now, neither did she.
The End.
