I sit on the hotel bed, a slight shiver from the cheap AC runs through me. I open my book but pause, the sensation of being watched lays heavy over me. I look up and can’t feel it anymore.

Strange- I look don’t at the page and feel eyes on me again, this time closer. Panic catches in my throat as I fell the energy in the room shift.

They’re moving?

I glance up again and the feeling drops instantly.

They know I know they’re here… but where. The room is small, not many places to hide. I curl into a ball and clutch my book tightly. I look down at the pages and fell the warmth of eyes settle onto me once more. My phone buzzes next to me. I don’t want to grab it though.

Every time I look away they get closer.

The phone buzzes again and I slowly grab it. A text from an unknown number.

“Personally I’m not a fan of Marisa Meyer.”

The message glows up at me and I stare back, frozen with fear. I go to shut the book when another message beeps next to me.

I thought it was silenced…? I hesitantly grab the phone again, “Don’t forget a bookmark deary.” I put a bookmark in the book and text back. “Who are you?” They immediately text back. “Better question: Where am I?” The warmth of being watched quickly turns to the cold sting of fear. “Look out the window darling.” I stare at the message, afraid to look up and see my new stalker. I raise my head slowly and see a dark figure in the window, presumably standing on the 1ft balcony. The creature has no features to its face and that’s when I realize… there isn’t a shadow. That’s Their Reflection.

The moment I realize it I feel their breath of the back of my neck. “Hi.” My whole body shivers. I don’t dare reply. They sit behind me on the bed, clearly waiting for me to acknowledge their Hi. “It’s not very polite to ignore someone’s salutations.” … “I brought goldfish.”