

The Mimic in the Cul-de-Sac (Part 3)
For a terrifying half-second, the mirror version of Liam remained perfectly still, eyes wide and hollow, staring back with a malicious, crooked grin. He bolted out of the bathroom and raced downstairs. As he passed the living room window, he froze. Outside, standing directly under the flickering streetlamp, were dozens of figures.
