Elias lived alone in a quiet house that seemed to breathe with the wind.
Every night ended the same way — standing in front of the hallway mirror.
Until one Tuesday, when something small changed.
His reflection lagged.
Just a fraction of a second.
Too small to explain. Too real to ignore.
What began as a harmless glitch slowly turned into something far more disturbing.
The reflection stopped copying him.
It watched him.
The house grew heavier.
Strange scratching echoed from inside the walls.
And when Elias finally uncovered the mirror on Saturday night, he realized the truth:
The reflection wasn’t trapped inside the glass.
It was waiting.
A psychological horror story about identity, isolation, and the terrifying moment when the thing staring back at you…
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