👻 The Voice in the Mirror 👁️
That night, a blackout swallowed the entire street where Rania lived.
Rain poured heavily, drumming against the rooftops, while her room glowed faintly from a single candle.
In front of her stood an old mirror — tall, cracked at the bottom, and framed in dark wood that smelled faintly of dust and age.
Her grandmother used to warn her:
> “Never stare into this mirror too long, especially after midnight.”
Rania had always laughed at that. Just another ghost story... until tonight.
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When the clock struck 12:03 AM, the candle flickered.
Rania’s reflection didn’t move.
She waved — it stayed still.
Then, slowly... the reflection smiled first.
The candle went out.
Yet the reflection remained visible — glowing faintly, as if the mirror had its own light.
Rania leaned closer, heart pounding.
The smile grew wider.
Too wide. Too sharp.
Like the skin around its lips was tearing open.
“Who are you?” she whispered.
The reflection lifted a pale finger and pressed it against the glass.
From inside came a faint crrrk... crrrk... — the sound of cracking glass.
Then a cold hand broke through the surface and grabbed her wrist.
Her scream was swallowed by the mirror.
And just like that… she was gone.
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The next morning, her neighbors found the room empty.
The mirror stood untouched — spotless, perfectly clean.
Almost too clean.
But sometimes, when the night is quiet and the lights go out,
you can see her silhouette behind the glass —
eyes wide, whispering for help.
If you listen closely, you’ll hear it too:
> “Your turn now…”
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💀 Happy Halloween… dare to look into your mirror tonight. 🎃
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