His eyes popped open. The strange feeling had returned. He felt like he wasn’t alone. Slowly, he sat up. The room was empty. Only himself and his reflection, staring back from the mirror propped up in the corner.
As he prepared to try to get back to sleep, he noticed his reflection wasn’t moving. He stared, squinting. His reflection picked up a phone from the bedside table, and pressed it against the side of its face.
A loud buzzing filled the room. His phone was ringing.
He looked back at his reflection. It was pointing at the phone.
Picking it up, he answered, “Hello?”
“Fifth one this week, Chief. Doesn’t make any sense. They go missing, and all that’s left is a broken phone. Chief?”
The Chief wasn’t listening. He was staring at his reflection in the office window. It pointed at him. His phone rang.