I know you’re there watching, though I can’t see you. I hear the door creak open, the floorboards groan, the whispers in the night.
I tell myself I’m imagining things, but then I see your face in the mirror where mine should be.
And I wonder, who’s haunting who?
This was written for Day 17 of “A Month of Mini Writing Challenges“. See this page here for more details and a list of prompts.