The house had no reflection. I did not notice until the third day.

Rented a cheap house. Owner died there. First day fine. Second day I noticed no mirror in the bathroom. I bought one. Hung it.

Third day I looked in the mirror to shave. My face was gone. The room was there. I was not. I waved. Nothing.

I touched the glass. It was hot. A red mark stayed on my finger.

Called the agent. She said the owner removed all mirrors. He was afraid of his own reflection. Died of a heart attack in that bathroom.

I asked what he saw. She said he never told anyone.

I looked again. My face was still gone. But a dark shape stood in the reflection. In a corner that did not exist in the real room.

I turned. The corner was empty. I looked back. The shape was closer.

I dropped the mirror. It did not break. The shape pressed against the glass.

I ran. Did not pack. I am in a hotel now. The mirror here still shows me.

I am not going back.