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In 'The Reflection,' Maya moves into her grandmother's old house, known as Whisper Hollow, rumored to be cursed. She begins to hear whispers from an antique mirror that initially calls her name but soon reveals a sinister reflection that is not her own. As the reflection's demeanor changes, Maya realizes it wants to escape the mirror, leading to a chilling revelation.

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In 'The Reflection,' Maya moves into her grandmother's old house, known as Whisper Hollow, rumored to be cursed. She begins to hear whispers from an antique mirror that initially calls her name but soon reveals a sinister reflection that is not her own. As the reflection's demeanor changes, Maya realizes it wants to escape the mirror, leading to a chilling revelation.

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Alright, here’s a short original horror story for you:

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**"The Reflection"**

Maya had just moved into her grandmother’s old house—an eerie, creaky place at the edge of the woods. The locals called it *Whisper Hollow*,
claiming it was cursed. But Maya didn’t believe in that kind of thing. Not until the mirror started whispering her name.

It was an antique mirror in the hallway, tall and narrow, with a frame that looked like twisted branches. On her first night, as she walked past it,
she thought she heard a faint whisper: *"Maya..."*

She spun around—nothing. Just her own reflection, wide-eyed and unnerved.

By the third night, the voice was clearer. *"Let me out,"* it said, and this time, her reflection didn’t mimic her. It was smiling.

She backed away slowly. Her reflection stayed put, grin widening, eyes blackening. Then it lifted its hand—she didn’t.

That’s when she knew.

The thing in the mirror wasn’t her. It never had been.


And now it wanted out.

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