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😩😩😩##fyp  __________________________________ When Lila moved into the old townhouse, she was immediately drawn to the antique mirror hanging in the hallway. It was tall, ornate, with intricate carvings that twisted like vines along the frame. Despite the dust and wear, it held a strange, almost magnetic quality. The realtor had warned her about the mirror, mentioning in passing, “It’s been here for years. I’d leave it alone, if I were you. Strange things tend to happen around it.” Lila laughed it off, assuming it was just an old superstition. But as days passed, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the mirror wasn’t simply reflecting her. It was watching her. One evening, while passing by, she stopped to gaze into its glass. The reflection was normal at first—her face, tired from unpacking, her hair disheveled—but then something changed. Her reflection smiled. Lila froze, eyes widening. She didn’t smile. In fact, she hadn’t even moved her lips. Yet, the figure in the mirror was grinning at her, a wide, unsettling smile that stretched farther than was natural. She stepped back, heart racing. The reflection didn’t move with her. It stayed in place, staring. Later that night, Lila felt compelled to return to the mirror. The house was silent, the only sound the soft creaking of the floorboards beneath her feet. She stood in front of the mirror again, this time more cautious. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but as she stared, her reflection slowly began to change. It was subtle at first—her eyes darkening, her expression twisting into something unfamiliar. But soon, the figure in the mirror was no longer a reflection at all. It was alive. The reflection moved independently, grinning wider, stepping forward as if it could reach out from the glass. Lila’s breath caught in her throat. “Let me out,” the reflection whispered, though its lips didn’t move. The voice echoed in her mind, chilling her to the core. “Let me out, Lila.” Terrified, she turned and ran, but the whispering voice followed her, growing louder, closer.
😩😩😩##fyp __________________________________ When Lila moved into the old townhouse, she was immediately drawn to the antique mirror hanging in the hallway. It was tall, ornate, with intricate carvings that twisted like vines along the frame. Despite the dust and wear, it held a strange, almost magnetic quality. The realtor had warned her about the mirror, mentioning in passing, “It’s been here for years. I’d leave it alone, if I were you. Strange things tend to happen around it.” Lila laughed it off, assuming it was just an old superstition. But as days passed, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the mirror wasn’t simply reflecting her. It was watching her. One evening, while passing by, she stopped to gaze into its glass. The reflection was normal at first—her face, tired from unpacking, her hair disheveled—but then something changed. Her reflection smiled. Lila froze, eyes widening. She didn’t smile. In fact, she hadn’t even moved her lips. Yet, the figure in the mirror was grinning at her, a wide, unsettling smile that stretched farther than was natural. She stepped back, heart racing. The reflection didn’t move with her. It stayed in place, staring. Later that night, Lila felt compelled to return to the mirror. The house was silent, the only sound the soft creaking of the floorboards beneath her feet. She stood in front of the mirror again, this time more cautious. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but as she stared, her reflection slowly began to change. It was subtle at first—her eyes darkening, her expression twisting into something unfamiliar. But soon, the figure in the mirror was no longer a reflection at all. It was alive. The reflection moved independently, grinning wider, stepping forward as if it could reach out from the glass. Lila’s breath caught in her throat. “Let me out,” the reflection whispered, though its lips didn’t move. The voice echoed in her mind, chilling her to the core. “Let me out, Lila.” Terrified, she turned and ran, but the whispering voice followed her, growing louder, closer. "I’m already here." The next morning, Lila stood before the mirror once again. The reflection was perfectly still, as if nothing had happened. But when she reached up to touch the glass, she saw something that hadn’t been there before—fingerprints. Not her own. The glass was cold beneath her fingers, and for a split second, her reflection grinned again, wider than before. Lila backed away, knowing that the mirror wasn’t just a reflection anymore. It was a doorway. And something on the other side was trying to get out.

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