Mirror
It started with a mirror.
Not a scream. Not a shadow lurking in the dark.
Just a mirror.
And a reflection that wasn't quite right.
Years Ago
The First Mirror wasn't found in a cursed house. It wasn't locked away in some ancient tomb.
It was just there.
In a shop.
On a dusty, forgotten shelf.
No warnings. No history. Just waiting.
The man who bought it didn't know what he was bringing home.
Didn't know it had been watching him the entire time.
Didn't know it had been waiting for someone to look too closely.
And when he did-
When he leaned in, when he tilted his head, when he noticed the smallest difference in his reflection-
It smiled first.
And the next morning-
He was gone.
The Vanishing
The house stayed empty for weeks.
The landlord came knocking.
Then the police.
Then the reporters.
The man had vanished.
No sign of struggle. No blood. No forced entry.
His phone was on the table.
His keys were by the door.
But the mirror was gone.
And in its place-
There was just the outline of where it had once been.
As if it had never existed.
Or worse-
As if it had simply moved on.
The Pattern
Years passed.
The stories continued.
People went missing.
No signs of struggle.
No broken locks.
Just a missing mirror.
And the ones who stayed?
The ones who lived?
They said the same thing.
That sometimes, when they looked too long-
Their reflections smiled first.
And when that happened,
It was already too late.
Now
Lydia didn't believe in curses.
Didn't believe in ghosts or haunted objects.
But she knew one thing.
When she heard the first knock at midnight-she should've ignored it.
When she saw her reflection move wrong-she should've left.
But she didn't.
And now,
It was watching.
Waiting.
And it wanted out.
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