It was a quiet night, and as I lay in bed, whispers crept from beneath. At first, I dismissed them, thinking my mind was just playing tricks on me. The comfort of my blankets couldn’t shake off the chill creeping through the room, and curiosity nudged me to listen closer. “Help me…” a voice wailed softly, making my heart race. I quickly flicked on the light, bracing for what I might find. But there was nothing there. Taking a deep breath, I peered underneath my bed and froze. There, staring back at me, was a version of myself, wide-eyed and desperate. The reflection whispered frantically, “Don’t let her take my place,” sending waves of fear washing over me. Suddenly, the doppelgänger crawled out from beneath, slow and deliberate, like a shadow coming to life. I bolted toward the door, only to discover it was locked tight. Panic surged, and I let out a scream just as the lights flickered. When they came back on, she had vanished. I stood there trembling, my heart pounding as if it would burst. But now, I questioned everything. The mirror reflected a smile that didn’t feel like mine. Who was I really? The whispers lingered in the air, haunting me with the unsettling thought that something dark had taken root, leaving me to wonder if I was still me.