The words left her mouth and the air turned ice cold.
Her husband’s face — the man she had loved for six years — twisted with something that wasn’t quite fear. It was recognition.
The ghostly blonde woman in the mirror smiled. She wore the exact silver necklace her sister had been buried in three months ago. The one that vanished from the funeral home.
He reached out slowly, not to comfort his wife, but to touch the glass.
“You weren’t supposed to see that,” he said softly, almost gently.
She backed away until her hips hit the marble sink. “Who is she?”
The apparition stepped forward inside the reflection, even though no one stood behind him in reality. Her dead sister’s face — the same high cheekbones, the same sad eyes — stared back at her with unnatural calmness.
“I tried to protect you,” he continued, voice cracking. “After the accident… your sister didn’t die. Not completely. She found a way back. Through me.”
The woman’s stomach dropped. The late nights. The strange bruises. The way he sometimes smelled like her sister’s perfume.
The ghost raised a hand and placed it against the inside of the mirror, right over her husband’s heart. He flinched as if burned.
“She needed a vessel,” he whispered. “Just for a little while. But she keeps wanting more. More time. More of me. More of you.”
The flashlight beam began to flicker. The bathroom lights suddenly buzzed on by themselves, revealing deep scratches on his neck that looked like fingerprints.
Her sister’s ghost tilted her head, lips moving without sound. The words appeared as frost on the mirror:
He belongs to both of us now.
She dropped the phone. It clattered into the sink as the ghostly hand reached through the glass, fingers brushing her husband’s shoulder with real, physical touch.
He looked at his wife one last time, eyes filled with exhausted love and something darker — surrender.
“I’m sorry, baby. I thought I could end it tonight.”
The mirror shattered.
Glass rained down like ice as the blonde woman stepped out of the reflection and into their world, barefoot on the broken shards, wearing nothing but the stolen necklace.
She smiled at her sister with cold affection.
“Hi, sis. I missed you.”
The bathroom door slammed shut behind them.