Following night both his brother and his Aunt died in a house fire. The man was always good at cleaning, he wiped the mirror well. They never found a trace. The reflection grinned as he watched the man cleaning but the man tried his best to ignore. The reflection continued, smiling and smirking some more. The reflection tapped on the glass. The man took a step back and through the mirror he saw three fingers displayed up high. The reflection look at the man, gleaming with pride. What he whispered the man shan't no as his reflection disappeared long ago.
