BE VERY CAREFUL . If you get this, you are infected with …

BE VERY CAREFUL . If you get this, you are infected with…

I stared at the message on my phone, my heart pounding.

BE VERY CAREFUL . If you get this, you are infected with…

That was it. No explanation. No sender name. Just those words.

A joke, I told myself. Probably some spam text. But the timing was unsettling—I had been feeling off all day. A slight headache. A scratchy throat. A creeping fatigue that made my limbs feel heavy. Maybe it was just the flu. Or maybe…

I shook my head. No. It had to be a coincidence.

Still, the message wouldn’t leave my mind. I clicked on the number. No contact info, no history of previous texts. I tried calling it. The line was dead.

Unease slithered through me like a cold draft.

That’s when my phone vibrated again. Another text.

You need to listen. It’s already in your system.

I felt my breath catch. My system? My stomach twisted.

I glanced around my apartment, suddenly feeling exposed, as if someone were watching. I locked the door and shut the blinds, gripping my phone tighter.

Another buzz.

Symptoms start small. Fatigue. A slight fever. A runny nose. You think it’s normal. You think it will pass.

I swallowed hard. I had all of those symptoms. But millions of people had colds every day. This was just a prank. It had to be.

Another message.

But it won’t pass. And once you realize what’s happening, it will be too late.

I dropped my phone as if it burned me. My breathing came fast now, chest tightening. My mind raced through every possibility. Had I been exposed to something? Had I touched something I shouldn’t have? I hadn’t traveled. Hadn’t been near anyone sick… as far as I knew.

And yet, I felt something.

My palms were damp. My vision swayed slightly. I pressed a hand to my forehead. Was I getting worse?

The phone buzzed again. I hesitated, then picked it up with trembling fingers.

Check your reflection.

I froze. A chill ran down my spine.

No. I wouldn’t. I shouldn’t.

But the pull was irresistible. I turned my head toward the mirror on the wall.

At first, I saw nothing unusual. Just me. A little pale, a little tired. But then—

Something shifted.

The edges of my reflection wavered, as if I were looking through rippling water. My eyes darkened. My pupils… dilated too far. My skin paled further, almost gray.

I stepped back. My reflection didn’t.

The phone buzzed one last time.

It’s already taken hold. You can’t escape it now.

And then—

The lights flickered.

And my reflection smiled.

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