Maya loved Halloween he candy, the games, the thrill of fear.
This year, she found an old mirror at a flea market, carved with strange symbols. The seller whispered, “Make your wish before midnight… but never break eye contact.”
That night, Maya lit a candle and stood before the mirror.
“I wish to see my future,” she said with a laugh.
The flame flickered. Her reflection blinked but she hadn’t.
It smiled slowly, whispering, “You won’t like it.”
Maya stumbled back. The reflection stayed still, its eyes following her even after she turned away. Then the glass began to drip not cracks, but tears of blood.
When she finally smashed the mirror, her reflection didn’t vanish.
It stepped out.
The next morning, her friends said Maya was acting strange quieter, colder, smiling too much.
And when she passed by a mirror, she never cast a reflection again
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