Annie woke up to the sound of a baby crying. The room was quiet, but the cry sounded so intense and loud. A strange old wooden baby crib was in the corner of the room.
She got up slowly and walked to the crib. “Shh… It’s okay pumpkin, Mommy’s here,” she said softly. She looked inside the crib, carried the baby, and just then, her heart sank. There was no baby — just the swaddle blanket soaked in blood.
Her hands started shaking. “No… no no Where’s my baby?” she shouted, her voice breaking. “Where’s my baby?!” She tore the blanket searching for the baby. She looked around the room, but no one was there. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw something shining.
It was the mirror on the wall. It wasn’t just showing her reflection anymore—it looked wrong. The girl in the mirror
