Untitled Horror Bit

It was just one in the morning-- not really that late, but Maia was already asleep. Rain splattered against the window as the wind took control of it. Aside from Maia's gentle breathing and the rain, though, it was silent. It was almost as though the entire world around Maia had stopped for the moment.

Stirring, Maia woke up. Sitting up in her bed-- which was really just a mattress on the floor of the room-- she looked around, trying to find what had woken her up. With sleep-blurred eyes, she looked at her phone. No messages, no new emails, nothing. Confused, she got up and opened her door. Nothing seemed amiss in the hallway. Maia shrugged it off and crawled back under the blankets where it was warm.

Deciding it was nothing more than a strange hitch in her sleep cycle, Maia settled back into bed, ready to sleep once more. Ahead of Maia, at the foot of the bed, was the closet, each door a full length mirror. Maia always kept the doors pushed to one side so she didn't have to look in the mirror when she woke up. When she'd been a girl, she had been afraid of mirrors, but she was an adult now, twenty-five years old. As an adult, it was silly for her to feel so afraid of a harmless looking glass. But just then, in the black of the room, at a time that was hardly that late at all, Maia was afraid. There was something wrong. It felt like something was watching her. 

Her eyes kept returning to gaze at the mirror. For a second, she thought for sure she had seen something-- someone?-- in the mirror, looking back at her. It was as though whomever it was had been peering around the edge of the mirror, from nowhere. Maia tumbled from the mattress as she hurried to flip on the light. The room was washed in white as soon as she hit the switch. Looking back at the mirror, Maia saw nothing. Not even something that might have been mistaken for a face peering out at her. Nothing.

With the light left on, Maia fell into a restless sleep. As she lay there, dreaming of terrors, the face showed itself in the mirror again, it's sunken and hollow eyes staring at the sleeping woman.