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Filipe Silva
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00:00The man finished brushing his teeth, spitting the last of the minty foam into the sink.
00:04He looked up at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, noticing the dark circles under his eyes.
00:09Behind him a gaunt pale face with hollow eyes stared back, its lips stretched into a wide, unnatural grin.
00:15He spun around, heart hammering against his ribs but the bathroom was empty, just the drip, drip, drip of the faucet he forgot to tighten.
00:22Shaking his head, he dismissed it as exhaustion, a trick of the light in the dim pre-dawn bathroom.
00:26He splashed cold water on his face, the shock of it clearing his head slightly.
00:30He looked up again, slowly, apprehensively.
00:33His own tired reflection stared back, alone, a sigh of relief escaped his lips.
00:38He was just seeing things.
00:39It had been a long week, full of sleepless nights and stressful deadlines.
00:43His mind was playing tricks on him, conjuring up monsters from the shadows of fatigue.
00:47He dried his face with a towel, the rough fabric a comforting, tangible sensation against his skin.
00:52He decided to get dressed and head to the kitchen for a strong cup of coffee, something to chase away the lingering phantoms of his imagination.
00:59He flicked off the bathroom light, plunging the small room into darkness, and closed the door behind him with a soft click.
01:04The hallway was quiet, the rest of the house still asleep.
01:07The familiar silence was reassuring, a stark contrast to the sudden terror he had felt just moments before.
01:13He walked towards the kitchen, the floorboards creaking softly under his weight, the mundane sounds of his home grounding him back in reality.
01:19He brewed the coffee, the rich aroma filling the kitchen and soothing his frayed nerves.
01:24As he waited, he leaned against the counter, staring out the window at the slowly brightening sky.
01:29The world outside was calm, peaceful.
01:31There were no monsters, no grinning specters, just the quiet beginning of another ordinary day.
01:36He poured the steaming black liquid into his favorite mug, the warmth seeping into his cold hands.
01:41He took a sip, the bitter taste, a welcome jolt to his system.
01:44Feeling more like himself, he decided to get ready for work.
01:47He needed to focus on the tangible, the real.
01:50He finished his coffee, rinsed the mug, and placed it in the sink.
01:53He headed back towards the bedroom, passing the closed bathroom door.
01:57He paused for a fraction of a second.
01:59A flicker of unease returning, but he pushed it down.
02:01It was just a mirror.
02:02It was just a trick of his tired mind.
02:04There was nothing to be afraid of.
02:06He opened his closet, the familiar scent of cedar and clean laundry greeting him.
02:10He picked out a shirt and a pair of trousers, laying them on the bed.
02:13He felt the normalcy of the routine settling over him like a warm blanket.
02:16He was in control.
02:18Before leaving for work, he had to use the bathroom one last time.
02:21He hesitated at the door, his hand hovering over the knob, taking a deep breath.
02:26He turned it and pushed the door open, flipping the light switch.
02:29The room was exactly as he had left it, empty.
02:31He let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.
02:34He quickly used the toilet, washed his hands, and deliberately avoided looking at the mirror above the sink.
02:38He didn't need to tempt fate or his overactive imagination.
02:42He reached for the towel hanging on the rack beside the mirror.
02:44As his fingers brushed against the soft cotton, his eyes were drawn, against his will, to the reflective surface.
02:50It was his own reflection, just as it should be.
02:53But something was wrong.
02:54Terribly wrong.
02:55His reflection wasn't looking at him.
02:57It was looking slightly past him, at the wall behind him, its eyes wide with sheer unadulterated terror.
03:03A silent scream was etched onto its face, a look of pure horror he had never seen before.
03:07He froze, his blood turning to ice.
03:10He didn't dare turn around to see what his own reflection was staring at.
03:13He couldn't move, couldn't breathe.
03:15The reflection's terrified eyes were locked on something just over his shoulder.
03:18Then, his reflection's eyes snapped forward, meeting his own.
03:22A slow, wide smile spread across its face.
03:24The same unnatural grin he had seen earlier when the man's wife found him only.
03:28The running water echoed in the empty room.
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