A Midnight Showdown

I crept along the hallway baseboards on silent boot-tips, ready to launch a masterclass ambush into the quiet dark. Turning past the doorframe, I caught sight of a mysterious figure lurking right in front of me! Seizing the theatrical moment, I threw both sleeves wide, lunged forward with a sharp gasp, and struck my best dramatic scare pose—only for the shadowy intruder to mirror every single flutter of my fabric. I stopped dead, blinked, and realized I was squaring off with a tall mirror propped against the wall. I leaned in close until my hood brushed the glass, wiggling my fingers in mock suspicion. He matched every move. Unbelievable technique!