For a second, the room was nothing but black silence, my breath the only sound. Then, the mirror lit up — not from light, but from the thing inside it. Its eyes glowed faintly, too bright, too wrong.
My phone buzzed again. A new message.
"You’re part of this now."
I didn’t understand. My heart pounded in my ears. The thing in the mirror tilted its head, studying me like I was the one trapped behind the glass.
Then it spoke again, voice low and scraping like rusted metal.
"It’s your turn."
I shook my head, backing away. “My turn for what?” I barely recognized my own voice.
The thing’s smile widened.
The mirror cracked — a thin, jagged line running from the top to the bottom.
My phone vibrated hard enough to sting my hand. Another message blinked on the screen:
"Look behind you."
No. Not this time.
I didn’t move. My hands trembled, and the thing watched me, waiting.
The glass splintered more, a web of fractures spreading across the surface. The reflection’s grin twisted, too sharp now, too hungry.
The phone buzzed again.
"If you won’t look…"
The mirror shattered.
And behind me, something whispered — right against my ear.
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