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The Visitor in the Mirror

Maya, a skeptic of superstitions, discovers an old mirror in her new apartment that begins to reflect her in unsettling ways. As the reflection starts to move independently and whisper to her, Maya realizes it is no longer just a mirror but something sinister. Ultimately, she is left terrified as the voice reveals that it has infiltrated her life, leaving her feeling trapped and haunted.

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The Visitor in the Mirror

Maya, a skeptic of superstitions, discovers an old mirror in her new apartment that begins to reflect her in unsettling ways. As the reflection starts to move independently and whisper to her, Maya realizes it is no longer just a mirror but something sinister. Ultimately, she is left terrified as the voice reveals that it has infiltrated her life, leaving her feeling trapped and haunted.

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The Visitor in the Mirror

Maya had always been a skeptic. She didn’t believe in superstitions or ghosts. So when she moved
into her new apartment, she wasn’t concerned when she found the old, ornate mirror hanging in the
hallway. It was beautiful, though a bit dusty, with intricate carvings around the frame that made it
seem like something out of a forgotten time.

For the first few days, everything seemed normal. The mirror was just a mirror—reflecting her as she
passed by, nothing more. But one evening, as she was walking past it, she caught a glimpse of
something unusual.

Her reflection wasn’t quite right.

Maya stopped, frowning at the mirror. Her reflection, though it mimicked her movements, seemed…
off. Her eyes were too wide, her expression too still, almost as if she were frozen in place. Maya
shook it off and went to bed.

The next morning, she noticed that the mirror had moved.

It wasn’t much—just a few inches, as though it had shifted overnight. She frowned but figured it was
just the old hooks, maybe a result of the temperature change. Still, there was a chill in the air that
made her uneasy, like something wasn’t quite right.

Days passed, and the feeling grew stronger. The reflection started to shift on its own—sometimes
when she wasn’t even near it. The movement was subtle at first: a hand twitching when she hadn’t
raised it, her lips forming a smile she hadn’t intended.

One evening, after a long day, Maya stood before the mirror, brushing her hair. The reflection
mimicked her, as usual. But this time, it didn’t stop there.

It raised its hand.

Maya froze. Her hand was still holding the brush, but the reflection's hand was moving faster. It
reached toward the glass. Maya could feel her heart pounding in her chest as the reflection's fingers
pressed against the surface of the mirror.

Then the voice came—soft at first, a whisper from the other side.

"Maya..."

She stepped back, dropping the brush. Her breath caught in her throat. The reflection in the mirror
no longer mirrored her. It stared back at her, its mouth twisting into a grin that didn’t belong to her.

"Let me out."

The voice grew louder, more urgent. Her own reflection stepped toward the mirror, pushing its hands
against the glass. But Maya wasn’t sure anymore if it was really her reflection. It didn’t look like her
anymore—its eyes were too dark, too hollow.

She ran from the hallway, but the voice followed her, echoing through the apartment.

"You can’t escape me, Maya. I’m already inside."

The lights flickered, and when Maya looked back down the hallway, the mirror was gone.
But she could still hear it—behind her, in the silence of the room. The whisper. The voice.

"I’m inside."

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