Lena had always loved old things especially the ones that seemed to have a story.
So when she found a Victorian mirror with a cracked frame at the flea market, she bought it instantly.
The seller only said:
โDonโt place it across from a window on Halloween night.โ
She smiled. A silly superstition, she thought.
That evening, she set the mirror right across from her window so the candlelight would reflect and fill the room with a cozy glow.
At midnight, she blew out the last candle, leaving only the pale moonlight.
Then she saw movement.
Not in the room in the reflection.
Someone, or something, moved behind her shoulder.
She turned around. Nothing.
When she looked back, the figure was closer โ standing right behind her.
It had her face, but the eyes were too dark, too deep.
She froze. The reflection raised its hand.
But this timeโฆ she didnโt.
The moon slipped behind a cloud.
The mirror went black.
By morning, the room was empty except for the mirror, still facing the window.
And in it, the reflection of a girl who was still watching.
stakeid: BeniQ