Knock, Knock.

Knock, Knock. The sound of someone hitting glass with their knuckles fills the silence of your room at 2 am.

Is someone at the window? No. You live on the sixth floor of this building and there's no way to reach your window.

Knock, Knock. Okay, okay, time to get up. You roll out of bed and go to the window. Pull the curtains back slightly. Nothing. No one. You were just imagining it. Back to bed.

Knock, Knock. You turn around and fling the curtains open. Still no one is there.

Giggles. Faint but unmistakable. You can hear giggles.

Knock, Knock. There's no one there. How can there be no one there? Go back to bed, you're delusional.

You lay in bed, trying to forget the knocking.

Knock, Knock. Don't get up. There's no one at the window. The knocking is all in your head. Just go back to sleep.

You roll over, but you don't close eyes, because now you see it.

Knock knock. The image of a hand appears in your mirror. The hand knocks and then retreats back into the reflection of your room.

You sit up. The hand appears again.

Knock, Knock. The hand disappears again..

"Who's there?" You call out. No answer, but you hear the giggles again.

Out of bed again, this time standing in front of the mirror. The only person you see is yourself.

The hand appears again, it looks like it's popping out of your chest. It forms a fist and makes a motion like it's knocking on the glass, except not actually touching the glass.

The hand stops and points at the reflection of your own hand and then proceeds to make the same knocking gesture.

You reach your hand up to knock on the glass. It's instinctive. You catch yourself before your knuckles touch the glass. Pull back.

The floating hand makes a beckoning gesture and pretends to knock again.

Knock, Knock. The sound of you knocking on the mirror this time.

Something happens. You can't breathe, can't see. Everything is blank and numb. But only for a second.

You open your eyes and catch your breath. You look around and everything seems normal. You chalk it up to dreaming. That's it, all of the knocking, the giggling, it was all just a dream. You just need to go back to bed so you can wake up properly in the morning. Stop playing with the nonsense.

You walk towards the bed. You walk into glass. Fall back from the shock. A hand reaches out. The same hand that you'd seen in the mirror. It's now attached to a body. A body stretching out their hand to help you up.

You don't accept. You frantically get up on your own. Panic is setting in.

Giggling, you hear the giggling again. You turn around to see a perfect mirror image of your room and everything in it.

The giggles continue and one by one, children and adults alike come out of hiding. Some from under the bed, some from out of the closet, two from behind the desk.

Including yourself, the room is now full of at least fifteen people. Fifteen strangers. Giggling. Smiling.

"Welcome to the mirror room." They all say.