The Stranger in My Photos 20

My legs moved faster than I thought they could. The hallway stretched endlessly ahead of me, but I didn’t care. I didn’t stop. I didn’t look back.

The wet, dragging sound followed me — faster now, louder, like it was getting closer. My breath came in sharp bursts, burning my throat. My phone buzzed again, vibrating wildly in my hand.

Another message:

"Stop running."

No chance.

I saw a door up ahead. It didn’t look like any door in my house — old wood, splintered and cracked — but it was a way out.

My phone buzzed again.

"Don’t open it."

I hesitated, but the sound behind me was too close. I grabbed the handle and yanked it open.

Bright light flooded the hallway, blinding me. I stumbled through, slamming the door behind me. The sound stopped.

Silence.

I blinked, trying to adjust to the light. My heart pounded in my ears. Slowly, the room came into focus.

It wasn’t my house. It wasn’t anywhere I recognized.

White walls. White floor. Everything sterile and cold. The air smelled like chemicals.

My phone buzzed one more time.

"Look up."

I did.

There was a mirror on the far wall — a full-body mirror.

I stepped closer. My reflection stared back. It wasn’t distorted. It wasn’t delayed. It was just… me.

For the first time, I felt a flicker of relief.

Then my reflection blinked.

I didn’t.

It tilted its head. Slowly.

Then it smiled.

My phone buzzed again.

"You should’ve kept running."


2 2

Wow interesting
2 2

Search for 'stranger encounter and urban Legends', you've missed alot...
2 1

You'll see the search bar where many posts are........ search for the title instead (The stranger in my photos)
1 2

Nice 👍👍
2 1