Invisible Traces · A Horror Story No. 25
Mirror Flesh
Alex Moonn
The reflection raised its head before I raised mine.
A clinical psychologist who specializes in dissociative disorders knows the name of every mechanism by which a mind can become a stranger to itself. On a Thursday in October, washing his hands in front of the bathroom mirror, he notices a gap of about two seconds. He installs a camera. In the recordings, the reflection is always perfect. In front of the glass, it isn't.
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And then I tilted my head slightly to the side.
And I noticed the reflection was already tilted.
Two seconds ahead, with an expression I had described as neutral but which, looking more carefully, was something else. It was the expression of someone holding themselves back. Someone who has more to say than they're saying. The camera hadn't picked it up. Either there was something preventing it from being recorded. Or the reflection knew when it was being filmed.
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