I came home at 2:30 a.m. and found a woman sitting at my kitchen table. She was wearing a black dress, her hair covered most of her face, and she was completely still. I froze and asked, “Who are you?” She slowly looked up and said, “You don't remember me?” I called the police, but when they arrived, the woman was gone. There was no sign of a break-in. The next morning, I checked my security camera. At 2:27 a.m., I saw myself unlocking the front door and entering the house. Three seconds later, the woman appeared behind me. I watched the footage again, confused, until I noticed something terrifying: I never actually entered the house alone. The woman had been walking behind me the entire time. That night, I stayed at a hotel. At 2:30 a.m., my phone received a photo from an unknown number. It was a picture of me sleeping in the hotel room. Under it was one sentence: “You still don't remember how you died.” I looked at the mirror across from my bed. My reflection was standing behind me, but I was sitting on the bed. Then it smiled.
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