OCTOBER 1st-"I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again."

“Lucy, stop staring at the mirror again! People will think you’re vain, and I don’t want to be gossiped about at church.” I say to the five year old at my vanity, from over my magazine.
 
“But Mama, it’s so weird. Molly does everything the way I do, but opposite!” Lucy exclaims, as if this explains everything. 
 
“I told you Lucy, that’s called a reflection.” I respond, “There is no “opposite” girl.”
 
“But Mama-”
 
“No buts! Now go get ready for bed.”
 
Lucy wanders back into her room, and I’m glad she doesn’t have her own mirror. She has become entranced by all reflections, convinced that her reflection is another person from another world, named Molly. Molly? I remind myself to cut down on her sugar or television time. Imagine, another world through the mirror? What kind of nonsense is that?
 
I go back to the article I’m reading, “How to best Instagram your meals: Brighter, Bolder, Food”. I shift around, trying to get comfortable, but can’t seem to find that sweet spot. I can't quite forget Lucy's fascination and I feel the urge to look into the vanity mirror myself. I put down my magazine, and go to stand before the large glass reflection. I stare back at myself, and my expression surprises me. I look…pensive and wary. I force a smile to change my reflection, but I can’t change my eyes. They seem to be telling me something, but I can’t put my finger on it. Maybe I don’t want to?

“Who are you?” I ask my mirror version, “Do you have a daughter named Molly?” No response. Of course not! I laugh off my silliness, and go back to my reading. After trying to get through “50 shades of Nude Lips" I turn out the light and go to bed.
 
“Tap! Tap! Tap!”
 
I wake up to hear knocking on glass. I lie in my bed, eyes looking up to the ceiling and nowhere else. What is that? I think to myself; it must be the window: A bird must have flown into it, or something, I reason. I close my eyes again.
 
“Tap! Tap! Tap!”
 
Eyes open again, the sound is louder, closer, and a shiver goes through me. It’s not the window. I pull the blanket over my head, if I ignore it, it doesn’t exist.
 
“TAP!” I can’t ignore it. The sound is in the room, with me. It’s coming from the mirror.
I turn on my lamp, and get up carefully. I gasp.There sits a shadowy figure at the vanity; with a flickering, bluish light casting grotesque figures around the room. I gulp once before calling out, “Who’s there!”
 
“Ahh!”
 
My husband turns on the light, “You scared me!” he laughs.
 
“What are you doing?” I ask, confused.
 
“Oh, I didn’t want to wake you, so I thought I’d sit here.”
 
“Wake me?”
 
He gestures to the iPad on the vanity table, with flickering images of people being stupid on youtube. Plugged into it, a pair of headphones.
 
I pause, and then I start to laugh. “That explains everything! I’m going back to bed.”
A few moments I hear muffled laughter, and roll my eyes, before I realize: the laugh was a woman’s.