My Reflection
Years ago, I had a three by four-foot-tall mirror on a dresser that showed the whole room. I was moving stuff around on the dresser, trying to clean it up, and I noticed in the edges of my vision that my reflection wasn’t moving.
When I looked up, it went back to normal. I wasn’t tired, and it was the middle of a warm beautiful day. I still think it’s incredibly creepy and chilling.
Story credit: Reddit / Maebai