I stared at my reflection in the mirror today. I'm pretty sure I saw a stranger staring back at me.
He had a menacing grin on his face, and was wearing a fedora that looked suspiciously like my brother's old one.
I tried to talk to him, but he just winked at me and said, "You know, I've been watching you.".
I'm starting to think that maybe the isolation has gotten to me. Maybe I'm going crazy.
Or maybe, just maybe, the mirror is just trying to tell me something.