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I slammed the door open in frustration. That frustration was quickly replaced with fear as I stoodfound myself standing face-to-face with my own reflection. The reflection seemed...off. My doppelgänger's facial expression did not reflect mine--it did not look even remotely terrified. Rather, it seemed threatening--almost sinister. It was like I was looking at a completely different person, yet it was still unmistakably my own reflection. That made it all the more disconcerting. I was about to turn away from the mirror when the face began to contort into a horrible, nightmarish grin. At this point, I was so utterly terrified I hardly noticed (or cared) that I had just soiled myself. My doppelgänger began to speak in a demonically low baritone that literally shook the room. These were the words it uttered: