00:00When I was 12, I stopped trusting mirrors, not just mirrors, but screens, anything with a reflection.
00:08It wasn't a sudden thing, more like a slow rot, something you only smell after it's already filled
00:15the room. Our bedroom always felt off. My sister never noticed anything weird, but I did. The air
00:24would shift colder than it should have been, sending shivers down my spine. The closet door
00:30never stayed shut, always creaking open with a sound that made my heart race. I thought maybe
00:38it was just in my head. That was until the night I turned off my switch, looked into the dark screen,
00:46and felt the unmistakable sensation of being watched from the closet, something that didn't vanish when
00:53I blinked, something that never did.
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