To copy it

Elizabeth stared at her own nude reflection, when it started to talk. She began to hear her own voice in her head.

"Lizzie, dont you find it strange that your reflection is nude and your not?" The voice asked. That voice coming from her reflection.

"Y-yes?" She replied hesitantly.

"Well, why dont you copy it? Match the reflection Lizzie, take your clothes off!" Her reflection told her. Elizabeth slowly began to trust the reflection, after all it did look and sound like her.

Elizabeth slowly felt her hand begin to remove her shirt when she managed to snap out of it. Breaking free from the mirrors compelling ****.

"Ah! No! I wont!" She exclaimed. Turning away from the mirror.