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Nightfall Crypt
  • 6/10/2025
In 1974 Baltimore, a recently widowed woman named Irene inherits her sister’s aging townhouse. One relic remains bolted to the wall: an ornate, antique mirror. As nights pass, Irene glimpses horrific images of her sister—decayed and screaming—from within the glass. Whispers echo from the walls, urging Irene to 'join the reflection.' Locals speak of the mirror as a gateway to a realm of trapped souls. When Irene vanishes without a trace, only the shattered mirror remains—broken from the inside.
Transcript
00:00They say the dead leave behind traces, unseen fingerprints of memory pressed into wallpaper,
00:04floorboards, glass. I didn't believe in that, not until the night I moved into my sister's
00:09house on Bell Street. The place had the distinct smell of dust and perfume, like a vanity drawer
00:15left open too long. Everything was where Margaret left it. Her sweater still draped over the velvet
00:22armchair, her porcelain ashtray balanced on the window ledge. But it was the mirror that unsettled
00:27me, tall, iron-framed, and bolted to the plaster like it was afraid to fall, or worse, afraid to
00:33be taken. I couldn't explain it, but each night I felt it watching me, not reflecting me, watching.
00:41And then came the first whisper.