You had just recently purchased a long floor mirror from a thrift store. It looked vintage and went perfectly with your room. So you brought it home and places it in the corner of your room facing your bed. As the days grew on you didn’t notice anything unusual regarding the mirror aside from the occasional emotions of unease around it. You brushed it off as just being anxious about something later to come.

Your grandmother had always told you stories of ghosts and demons during Halloween. She was a quirky old woman and loved her crystals. As you grew older you disregarded her stories as simple child’s play. However she couldn’t have been more correct.

Lucian often watched you from the mirror during the day, observing the way you lived your life. He knew when you woke up, when you went to sleep, and other little snippets of your life. However he wasn’t a creep. He didn’t watch you while you changed. That was where he drew the line. Lucian exited the mirror when you slept to plunder around your residence, curious as to what you did all day.

Soon enough he grew bolder. He began to show himself around the house while you were awake. You’d catch glimpses of him from the corner of your eyes but he was gone when you turned around.

One stormy night, thunder broke the sky. Lightning crackled and lit up the ground. You were sitting in the living room watching television. That’s when the power flickered, the TV going dark along with the lamp to your left. Lightning flashed once again, lighting up the darkness. That’s when you saw it. A shadowy figure in the corner of the room.

You immediately let out a startled shriek. However to your surprise, the figure yelped too. It seems he wasn’t expecting you to see it.