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It was an autumn night, when the fog covered the streets of a small, almost forgotten village. Emma, curious and lonely, walked through the cobblestone alleys after visiting the old library. She had always felt that the townspeople were hiding secrets, but tonight she didn’t care: she wanted to discover something no one spoke of.

She stopped in front of an old house, abandoned for decades. Its windows were covered in dust, and the doors seemed to whisper. An impulse made her enter. At first, there was silence, except for the creak of her steps on the wooden floor.

In the living room, she found a huge mirror, covered with a black cloth. For some reason, she felt she had to look. When she removed the fabric, she didn’t see her reflection… but another Emma, identical to her, staring with a malicious smile. She tried to step back, but the door slammed shut on its own, and the image in the mirror began to move by itself, as if the reflection were alive.

The Emma in the mirror spoke in a soft voice, yet it chilled her blood:

—You’ve ignored what’s here for too long… now you will become part of me.

Emma tried to scream, but no sound came out. She felt something pulling her toward the glass, and in a blink, she was on the other side. Looking out, she saw her normal reflection… trapped in the mirror, begging to be freed, while a cold laugh filled the room.

Since that night, villagers say that sometimes, in the window of the abandoned house, you can see Emma walking alone inside. But no one knows if it’s the real one… or her reflection that took her place.

When her grandmother passed away, Lina inherited a dusty old mirror—Victorian-style, oval-shaped, and oddly ice-cold, no matter the room’s temperature.

She hung it above her bed, fascinated by its antique beauty.

The first thing she noticed: her reflection always smiled a little too soon. Before she did.

At first, she laughed it off.

But as nights passed, the reflection’s face began changing—slightly twisted, as if enjoying something she couldn’t see. It started moving… even when Lina wasn’t.

One night, unable to take it anymore, she covered the mirror with a blanket.

That night, just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard it:

A soft, raspy giggle… from behind the cloth.

In the morning, she threw the mirror out.

Every night at 3:33 AM, she would wake up to see a shadow standing by her window. One night, she finally got the courage to whisper, "Who are you?"

The shadow whispered back, “I live here. You’re the guest.”

It began with a mirror I found at a secondhand store shop — a wonderful piece with a fancy gold edge. The businessperson cautioned me, "This mirror reflects something other than your picture." I dismissed it.

That evening, as I set the mirror in my room, I saw something odd. My appearance wasn't altogether mine. It grinned when I didn't. It flickered when I gazed.

At 3 a.m., I awakened to black out murmurs. The sound came from the mirror. My appearance wasn't there, yet I saw a dim figure remaining behind me. Twirling around, the room was unfilled.

The murmurs became stronger, transforming into throaty shouts. The figure got out of the mirror — a tall, shadowy outline with empty eyes. "You brought me back," it murmured.

I was unable to move, couldn't shout. The last thing I recollect is its frosty hand contacting my face. At the point when I awakened, the mirror was broken, and composed on the wall in the shards was single word: Run.