Horrid 7. The Mirror that shows who's is behind you

It was a gift from a blind man who claimed he couldn't stand the "crowding." The silvering is cracked, like a frozen lake, and it doesn't reflect the room you’re standing in. Instead, it reflects a version of your room from exactly three minutes into the future. I spent hours watching my "future self" walk past the glass, waiting for a glitch.

Then, I saw it. In the reflection, a tall, spindly shape—too thin to be human, with limbs like snapped kindling—crept out from the closet behind my reflection. In the mirror, I saw the thing reach out its long, grey fingers to stroke my hair. I spun around in the real world. Nothing. The closet was shut. Empty. I looked back at the glass. My reflection was screaming, its throat torn open, while the thin man began to climb out of the silvered surface. I’m staring at the mirror now. It’s been two minutes and fifty-nine seconds. The closet door behind me just creaked.