The Whisper in the Broken Mirror
The oldest house in town was the crumbling mansion that even the wind dared not enter. No one went near it — they said whoever entered began to speak to their reflection.
On the night of October 31st, curiosity drove high schooler Eren to madness. He challenged his friends: “I’ll go inside that house and look into the cursed mirror!”
When the clock struck midnight, Eren stepped inside with a flashlight. The creaking floor groaned beneath him, and the old portraits on the walls seemed to watch his every move. The staircase to the upper floor sighed like it remembered too much.
At the end of the hallway, one room glowed faintly — the mirror room. The mirror was full of cracks, yet Eren could still see his reflection. Then, his reflection smiled. Eren hadn’t smiled.
The flashlight flickered once, then went out. In the darkness, a whisper came: “You’re the one outside now.”
When the light returned, the mirror was whole again. Eren was inside it — staring out. The “Eren” outside smiled and left the house.
The next morning, his friends entered the mansion. In the mirror, they saw something horrifying: Eren’s hands were pressed against the glass, his face frozen mid-scream. But the Eren outside still wandered the town. And every time he passed a mirror, his reflection was begging for help.