<#2> Campfire Tales: Mirror
He straightens up from his bent position. His reflection looks back at him, imitating his movements as he tilts left and right to see whether he misses a spot. Nothing but a clean face. He always checks his face in the mirror after a wash.
It is a habit of his; a nightly ritual.
Satisfied, he walks away from the mirror to the door. His hand rests upon the switch. Something is wrong; different. Frowning, he turns around to check the bathroom and sees it.
In the mirror.
His reflection is only beginning to walk further away from him in the mirror. It imitates his exact movement, its hand also rests upon the switch. It turns around to look at him — grinning devilishly. Good night, his reflection mouths.
The light goes out.