Short horror stories

Who's that

I grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it about my chest. I started to walk towards my room to grab a hairbrush. As I was walking past I looked to my left to see a mirror that was never there. I cautiously walked back to look at my reflection. Something seemed off but I could tell what. My mind thought it was a great time to play games with it. I slowly lifted both my hands then put them down again. I spun around, it did the same. I stuck my tongue out, the reflection did that. I clicked and did a weird face. All the same. I blinked fast, it didn't do that. My feet didn't leave the ground. Pure shock took over my body. I must of been imagining it, surely. I started walking to my room but the reflection stood there standing still with a face filled with horror. My breathe stopped. An arm looked like it was coming out of the mirror. Then legs, torso, and a head. It slowly turned. I let out a blood curling scream. I've never ran faster to my room then ever. Out of all the times I struggled to lock the door. Fortunately I did lock it in time. Kicks and bangs were made from that thing. I had no escape. My eyes darted around the room for an exit and I saw the window, I lived in a 5 story flat. I was on the 4th floor. Shit. I huddled to the window to open it. I fidgeted with the handle till it budged. I pushed myself on the side. The door opened and I looked back seeing myself with bloodshot eyes. It looked like it's face was drooping down. It slowly walked towards me. My eyes darted back to the ground beneath us. Before I got the chance to look back some fragile hands have pushed me. It didn't  take long before I hit the ground on my back. My vision was blurred but I made out that thing in my flat was looking down waving with the same dying look on my face now. My eyes flutter shut as my chest rises for the last time.