Lena had always been fascinated by the antique mirror that hung in her bedroom. It had been passed down through her family for generations, and she loved the intricate carvings and ornate frame.
One night, as she was getting ready for bed, Lena noticed something strange. Her reflection in the mirror seemed... off. Her eyes appeared darker, and her skin seemed paler than usual.
As she continued to stare, a shadowy figure began to take shape behind her reflection. Lena spun around, but there was no one there. She turned back to the mirror, and the figure was now standing right behind her, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.
Lena tried to look away, but she was transfixed. The figure began to whisper her name, its voice low and menacing. "Lena... come closer."
Suddenly, the mirror shattered, and Lena felt a cold breeze sweep past her. When she turned to look, the mirror was whole again, but her reflection was gone.
In its place was the shadowy figure, its eyes blazing with an evil intensity. Lena tried to scream, but her voice was trapped in her throat.
As the days passed, Lena became increasingly paranoid. She would catch glimpses of the shadowy figure in every mirror, window, and reflective surface. She began to question her own sanity.
One fateful night, Lena's family found her standing in front of the mirror, her eyes black as coal. She was whispering to the shadowy figure, her voice barely audible. "I'm coming... I'm coming."
They tried to intervene, but it was too late. Lena's reflection began to stretch and contort, merging with the shadowy figure. The mirror shattered once more, and Lena was gone, trapped forever in the glass.
The mirror remains, its surface reflecting the darkest corners of the human psyche. Some say that on quiet nights, you can still hear Lena's whispers, echoing from the shattered glass.
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