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A short horror story about someone walking through an ancient room and coming upon a familiar mirror with a ghost trying to say something. #horror #stories #ghost #haunted
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00:00Deep in an ancient room, shadows stretch across a mirror thick with dust, all memory and silence pressed into its glass.
00:09The frame, once elegant, now splintered and dulled by age, stands as a silent witness to countless forgotten years.
00:18It feels as if the very air is charged with secrets, each speck of dust guarding a memory better left untouched.
00:25From the darkness, a ghostly figure emerges, a faint, brittle glow edged with sorrow, its hollow eyes searching the glass.
00:35I sense cold Titan around me, the temperature falling while the ghost's gaze clings, waiting, longing.
00:44In broken whispers, my name dances through the air, memories awakening with every syllable uttered by lips that can't be seen.
00:51The past stirs with restless energy, flickering within the cursed frame, demanding to be known, remembered, or feared.
01:02Compelled, I reach toward the mirror, but a consuming darkness pulls me back, chilling me with threats unspoken.
01:11It's a warning, grief extracts its toll, and some truths twist sharper than any secret left in shadow.
01:17I know this ghost.
01:21Once, I tried to salvage its fading light, now, it drifts endlessly in silver, forever trapped between worlds.
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