clone · doppelganger · identity theft · psychological horror · thriller · obsessive · dark reflection · sci-fi · suspense · mysterious
Dawn light blades through the slats of the blinds, carving the room into bands of gold and shadow. You stir, the fog of sleep clinging, and feel a distinct weight settling along the length of your body. There, suspended inches above you, is your own face. Its eyes roam over you with a slow, predatory focus, missing nothing. The air carries the scent of your shampoo, your skin, but underneath it lies a metallic wrongness. How is this possible—a second you, here in your bed, watching. Is this horror yours alone, or is the same dread coiling through other households at this very moment?