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The House That Listens
Eliza Thorne arrived at the old cottage just after sunset, her car tires crunching over gravel as a cold wind stirred the surrounding pines. She had rented the place for an entire month—no neighbors, no distractions, just her and her stubborn manuscript. The listing promised it was “perfect for writers,” and she desperately needed that now more than ever. Her novel was overdue, her creative well had run dry, and her agent’s calls had stopped. Yet, standing before the house, with ivy crawling up the cracked stone walls and the scent of damp earth heavy in the air, Eliza felt a strange stirring inside her chest—was it hope? Or something darker, something ancient?
By Musawir Shahabout a year ago in Horror
Whispers from Apartment 413
Apartment 413 had turned into something of a neighborhood rumor. Three people had lived there in the past year. None stayed more than a month. Two just... vanished. Their stuff was still there, phones dead, rent unpaid. The third tenant? He left in the middle of the night without telling anyone. All he said to the landlord before speeding off was:
By Talha Maroofabout a year ago in Horror
The Mirror’s Memory
When Elise bought the mirror from the estate sale, she hadn’t expected it to feel alive. It was tall and Victorian, framed in ornate brass vines, the kind you’d imagine in a haunted castle. Dust had blanketed it like it had been asleep for decades. She only bought it because it reminded her of something—though she couldn’t say what.
By Talha Maroofabout a year ago in Horror
Whispers in the Jungle. AI-Generated.
It was supposed to be the perfect getaway. Three friends, Ayaan, Bilal, and Usman, had been planning their jungle adventure for months. The idea was simple: to escape the busy city life, explore the unknown, and challenge themselves to survive in the wilderness. Ayaan had heard stories of a forgotten jungle, nestled deep in the mountains — untouched, mysterious, and waiting to be explored.
By nasir shahabout a year ago in Horror
The Last Turn at Hollow Creek
The Shortcut It was the last weekend before school started, and 12-year-old Eli, Mira, Jayden, and Sophia wanted to do something fun—one last adventure before summer ended. Mira had the idea. “My cousin said there’s an old trail behind Hollow Creek Road. It’s supposed to lead to an abandoned campground,” she said. “No one’s been there in years. Wanna go?” “Abandoned?” Eli raised an eyebrow. “That usually means don’t go.” “Or it means we’ll be the first to explore it,” said Jayden, already stuffing snacks into his backpack. Sophia didn’t say much. She was the quiet one. But when she nodded, that was it. They were going. They grabbed flashlights, trail mix, their phones, and set off on their bikes by 3 p.m. That was their first mistake. Hollow Creek Road Hollow Creek Road looked like something from an old horror movie. Trees leaned over the gravel road like they were whispering to each other. The sunlight barely reached through the branches, and the wind made weird whistling noises in the leaves. Halfway down the road, they saw the sign. It was nailed to a tree, crooked and scratched up: "LAST TURN AHEAD. DON’T ENTER AFTER DARK." “What’s that supposed to mean?” Mira laughed nervously. Jayden kicked at the sign. “Probably just to keep people out. Classic ‘haunted trail’ trick.” They turned anyway. That was their second mistake. The Forest That Didn’t Want Them The trail started off fine. Quiet. Peaceful. But about 10 minutes in, things got weird. The forest got too quiet. No squirrels. No birds. Even the air felt wrong. Like it had stopped moving. Sophia stopped walking and said, “Do you guys hear that?” “Hear what?” Eli asked. And then they all realized—it was their footsteps. But not just theirs. There was one more set. Behind them. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. They spun around. No one there. They laughed it off. "Just echoes," Jayden said. But no one believed that. Especially not Sophia. The Campground By 4:15, they found the old campground. It was exactly how Mira described it: empty cabins, a rusty firepit, and a creepy old bell tower with a broken rope. But the weirdest part? Everything looked clean. No dust. No leaves. No bugs. Like someone had just been there. Or was still there. “I don’t like this,” Eli whispered. Jayden shrugged. “Let’s check out the cabins.” That was the third mistake. Something in the Cabin They entered the first cabin. It smelled like mold and rotting wood. On the wall was a chalkboard. Still had writing on it: Camp Schedule Wake-up — 7:00 a.m. Breakfast — 8:00 a.m. Lights Out — 9:00 p.m. No Leaving After Dark Then, below it, in big letters: “THE FOREST TAKES WHO STAYS.” The air suddenly felt heavy. Like something had closed the door… even though none of them touched it. Jayden tried to open it. Locked. “What the—?” Then the window slammed shut by itself. Mira screamed. Something was moving in the ceiling. Like claws. Scraping. Run They didn’t wait. Jayden kicked the door until it burst open, and they ran into the woods, not even caring which way they came from. But the path was gone. Where the trail had been before, there were now just trees. Thick and twisted and way too close together. “It was right here! I swear!” Eli said. Sophia was crying quietly. “It doesn’t want us to leave.” “What?” Mira asked. Sophia looked up, eyes wide. “The woods. They brought us here. They don’t want us to go.” Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. That sound again. Right behind them. The Shadows They ran until the sky started turning orange. And then… they saw it. A figure. Tall. Thin. Almost stick-like. Standing in the distance between the trees. They froze. It didn’t move. Until Jayden whispered, “Is that a person?” The figure twitched—its neck bent sideways. Then it vanished. And suddenly… there were more. Dozens. Standing still. All around them. Watching. Then Mira said the words that made everyone panic: “They look like scarecrows.” But these scarecrows didn’t have poles. They moved. The Bell Eli remembered something from the chalkboard: “No leaving after dark.” “But it didn’t say anything about ringing the bell,” he said. “The tower!” Mira pointed. They made a run for it, ducking branches, dodging roots, ignoring the whispering wind that now seemed to say their names. Sophia tripped. A scarecrow grabbed her foot. Its fingers were like branches—snapping, dry, and cold. Jayden tackled it, pulling her free. They made it to the tower. Eli grabbed the rope—rotted and thin—and yanked with all his strength. BONGGGGGG. The sound echoed through the woods. And all the shadows screamed. The Escape The forest shifted. Literally—trees moved, creaking and groaning like they were alive. And then, there it was. The trail. Back where it had been before. They didn’t think, didn’t talk—they just ran. Jayden tripped once, but Sophia helped him up. Mira twisted her ankle but kept going. They didn’t stop until they reached their bikes. And even then, they didn’t stop pedaling until Hollow Creek Road was far behind them. The sun was down. But they made it. Don’t Go Back Back home, their phones said it was 2 a.m. They had been gone for nearly 10 hours. But to them… it felt like 2. None of them could sleep that night. The next day, they all made a promise. Never go back to Hollow Creek. Never talk about what they saw. And never, ever take shortcuts through the woods again. But Eli still hears the bell sometimes. Especially at night. When the wind dies down. And the forest holds its breath.
By Lucien Hollow about a year ago in Horror
The Unbreakable Bond
Life often surprises us in the most unexpected ways. Sometimes with joy, sometimes with sorrow, but always with purpose. This is the story of Zayan, a young man whose world turned upside down, only to discover that love, once planted deep in the heart, never truly fades. Zayan had always been close to his father, Saeed. More than just a parent, Saeed was his mentor, his cricket buddy, his confidant. He taught Zayan how to tie his shoelaces, ride a bicycle, and face life with courage. His deep voice would echo through the house every morning with a cheerful “Rise and shine, champ!” And no matter how rough the day had been, it ended with a cup of chai and his father’s wisdom shared on their old rooftop under the stars. But nothing lasts forever. It was a regular Wednesday morning when Zayan received the phone call. A traffic accident. A rushed drive to the hospital. And just like that—silence. The man who had been his guiding light was gone. The days that followed were a blur. Friends came and went. Prayers were whispered. Condolences poured in. But nothing could fill the hollow ache in Zayan’s chest. His home felt different. Empty. The laughter was missing. The rooftop had turned cold. Zayan stopped going to college. He didn’t touch his cricket bat. His journal lay closed, collecting dust. Life felt meaningless without the one person who made everything make sense. One evening, weeks after the funeral, Zayan found himself in his father’s study. He sat in Saeed’s old chair, the leather still holding his scent. As he reached for a drawer, he discovered a sealed envelope addressed to him. It read: "To my champion Zayan, in case I’m no longer around..." His hands trembled as he opened it. The letter wasn’t long, but every word felt like Saeed was sitting right there. "My son, if you're reading this, then life has taken its course. I won’t ask you not to cry, because grief is love that has nowhere to go. But remember, I am always with you. In your smile. In your courage. In every act of kindness you show. Live for me, not in sorrow, but in strength. Don’t stop dreaming. Don’t stop loving. And never stop being you." Tears streamed down Zayan’s face. For the first time in weeks, he let himself cry—really cry—not from pain, but from the overwhelming reminder of the love that still surrounded him. That night, he went to the rooftop, looked at the stars, and whispered, “I’m still your champ, Abu.” From that moment, something shifted. Zayan began to rebuild. Slowly, but surely. He returned to college. He picked up his bat again. And he began writing—letters to his father, memories he cherished, and stories of hope. He turned grief into strength and pain into purpose. Months later, he launched a blog called “Echoes of Love”—a space for people grieving the loss of loved ones. It became a safe haven for thousands across the world. People from all walks of life shared stories, poems, photos, and messages. It wasn’t just a blog. It was a movement—born from loss, built on love. Every month, Zayan would host a live session, where he’d read letters written by people to those they lost. He ended each session the same way: “They may be gone from our sight, but never from our soul.” One day, a woman named Meher wrote in. She had lost her brother and had been unable to cope. Zayan responded personally. They exchanged thoughts, tears, and healing words. Over time, they became friends, supporting each other in their healing journeys. Slowly, what began in sorrow blossomed into something beautiful. Two years after Saeed’s passing, Zayan stood on that same rooftop, now holding Meher’s hand, both looking at the stars. “This place gave me pain, but it also gave me strength,” Zayan said. Meher smiled, “And it gave you a purpose.” Zayan nodded. “And maybe even a second chance at happiness.”The bond Zayan shared with his father was never truly broken. It transformed. It grew through grief, through hope, through helping others. Because love, real love, doesn’t end. It echoes. It inspires. And in Zayan’s case, it built a legacy.
By Current affairs about a year ago in Horror
The Bedroom Window That Was Never There
A Normal Room Lily’s bedroom was nothing special. Bed, bookshelf, lamp shaped like a cloud, blue walls, one window that faced her backyard, and a desk where she never finished her homework. She lived with her mom, who worked night shifts at the hospital, so Lily was often home alone from 10 p.m. to 6 a.m. No big deal—she was brave. Or at least, she used to be. Until the night the second window showed up. It happened around 1:13 a.m. She had been drawing in her sketchbook, lying on her bed with headphones on, when she felt a breeze. But… her window was closed. She looked up. And on the wall opposite her bed—where there had never been a window before—was now a square frame, slightly cracked open, with cool air seeping in. She blinked. Rubbed her eyes. The window was still there. Chapter 2: Outside the New Window Lily got up and slowly walked toward it. The window looked old, with chipped black paint on the wooden frame, and four small panes of glass so dusty it was hard to see through. But when she peeked? She didn’t see her backyard. She didn’t see anything from her house. Instead, it was a long, foggy field. Gray grass. No trees. No buildings. Just endless mist and one thing in the middle: A tall, crooked scarecrow. It wasn’t facing her. It stood with its back turned, like it was looking off into the distance. A chill ran through her. She slammed the window shut and backed away. But she couldn’t stop looking. There had never been a window there before. And that field? It wasn’t real. Not in her world, anyway. Chapter 3: It Moved Lily told herself not to look again. But when the wind came back the next night, she peeked. This time, the scarecrow was closer. Still turned away. But now she could see the stitches in its coat, and how its shoulders were crooked. Like one arm was longer than the other. She slammed it shut again. But before she turned away, she noticed something scratched into the wooden windowsill: “DO NOT OPEN.” She ran to her desk, grabbed a sticky note, and stuck it right below the window with her own message: “GO AWAY.” Chapter 4: 1:13 A.M. Every night, the window opened at the same time—1:13 a.m. It didn’t matter if she locked it. It didn’t matter if she taped it shut. It creaked open anyway. And the scarecrow? It kept getting closer. By night four, it was right at the edge of the window. Still not facing her. But now she could see its hat was sewn from human skin. That night, she slept in the hallway. Chapter 5: The Note The next morning, her sticky note was gone. In its place was a scrap of old paper, folded three times. She unfolded it slowly. It read: “Turn around.” She dropped the paper like it was on fire. She was alone in the room. But she didn’t turn around. She refused. Chapter 6: Mom Doesn’t Believe Her When her mom got home from work, Lily begged her to look at the window. But when they entered the room—it was gone. Just a blank wall. Lily tried everything. Took pictures (they turned up blank). Drew it in her sketchbook. Described it over and over. But her mom just said she was lonely, tired, maybe dreaming. “I’m not dreaming,” Lily whispered. Her mom patted her shoulder and left the room. That night, at 1:13 a.m., the window returned. So did the scarecrow. Chapter 7: It Knocks Lily tried wearing headphones. Tried hiding under her blanket. But that night, it wasn’t just wind. It was knocking. Soft at first. Then louder. Then a voice. Scratchy. Croaky. “Open the window, Lily.” She froze. How did it know her name? “I’ve been waiting to come in.” She couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream. Just pulled her blanket tighter and prayed it would be morning soon. Chapter 8: Under the Bed At 3 a.m., the knocking stopped. She peeked out. The window was shut. She dared to stand. And that’s when she heard it. A whisper—not from the wall this time. From under her bed. She slowly bent down and lifted the edge of her blanket. And in the darkness, she saw— Two black hands. Not grabbing. Not moving. Just… waiting. She screamed. Ran from the room. Slept on the stairs that night. Chapter 9: The Friend Who Believed Her Lily finally told her best friend, Jules. Jules didn’t laugh. Instead, she came over with a flashlight, a journal, and a pack of salt. “My grandma says spirits can’t cross salt,” Jules whispered. “We’re making a circle.” They did. They sat in the middle of the room, candles flickering, salt all around them. And at 1:13? The window opened. The scarecrow stood in the opening. But this time… it turned. Lily gasped. It had her face. Jules screamed. The scarecrow stepped forward. But the salt held. For now. Chapter 10: The Final Night That night, Lily had a dream. She was inside the gray field. The scarecrow stood ahead. But this time, it wasn’t wearing her face—it was wearing her. Like she was trapped inside it. She tried to scream but couldn’t. The scarecrow turned its head—and whispered in her voice: “Let me back in.” She woke up, gasping. The salt line had been broken. The window was wide open. Chapter 11: Gone Jules came by the next morning. But Lily wasn’t there. Her mom said she left for school. But she never arrived. They searched the house. The backyard. The woods. But she was gone. In Lily’s room, the wall where the window used to be looked… different. If you squinted, you could still see the outline of a frame. And scratched into the wood: “1:13” Epilogue: Who’s Next? They say the window sometimes shows up again. Not in Lily’s house. But in others. Always at 1:13 a.m. Always bringing a breeze. Always with the same scarecrow, waiting patiently in the mist. And if it turns to face you? If it knows your name? Don’t open it. Because if you do… it might take your face next.
By Silas Blackwoodabout a year ago in Horror
The Basement Door That Wasn't There Yesterday
Hey, wanna hear a scary story? One of those that sounds made-up, but feels just real enough to make you check the corners of your room tonight? This story is about a kid named Jamie, who found a door in his basement that wasn’t there before. Not a tiny crack, not a hidden panel—an actual wooden door with black hinges and a knob that looked like an old eyeball. No one in his family knew how it got there. But Jamie? He opened it anyway. And that’s when everything started to go wrong. Chapter 1: The New House Jamie had just moved with his parents and his older sister, Tessa, to a small town called Red Hollow. It was the kind of place where nothing exciting ever happened. The biggest event of the year was the Pumpkin Parade, and even that ended by 7 p.m. The house they moved into was old—like, creaky-floorboards-and-random-cold-spots old. But it was big, and it had a giant backyard, so Jamie didn’t complain. Except for the basement. From the very first day, Jamie hated it. It smelled like wet dirt and old socks, and sometimes it made weird tapping noises—like fingers drumming against wood. “Probably mice,” his dad said. But mice don’t whisper. Chapter 2: The Door Appears One morning, Jamie went downstairs to grab a soda from the basement fridge. And there it was. A door. In the back corner. Where yesterday there had just been brick wall. He blinked. It was tall, almost to the ceiling. Painted black. Its doorknob looked like it was made of yellowed glass—or maybe… an eyeball? He ran upstairs. “Mom! There’s a weird door in the basement!” His mom looked confused. “You mean the furnace room?” “No! It’s new! I swear!” But when she came down… the door was gone. Just bricks. Chapter 3: Night Whispers That night, Jamie had trouble sleeping. He kept hearing the tapping again. Except this time, it was above his room. In the attic. And then it moved to the wall behind his bed. Tap. Tap. Tap. He sat up, holding his breath. A whisper followed. “You saw me.” Jamie jumped up, turned on the light. Nothing. But the tapping continued. All. Night. Long. Chapter 4: Tessa Gets Curious Tessa didn’t believe Jamie at first. Until two days later—she saw the door too. She went downstairs to get laundry and ran back up two minutes later, pale and shaking. “You’re right,” she whispered. “It’s there.” Their parents still didn’t believe them. “You two are spending too much time on horror movies,” their dad said. So that night, Jamie and Tessa decided to record the door on Jamie’s phone. They crept downstairs, careful not to wake anyone. And yes—the door was there. This time, it was slightly open. Just a crack. Enough to feel cold air leaking through. And a low sound. Like… breathing. Chapter 5: The Video Back in Jamie’s room, they watched the recording. But when they played the video… The door wasn’t there. Just an empty wall. Jamie tapped the screen. “What the heck?!” Tessa leaned closer. “Wait—what’s that?” In the lower corner of the video, barely visible, a pair of white eyes glowed in the dark. Watching them. Chapter 6: The Note Under the Pillow The next morning, Jamie woke up to find a folded paper under his pillow. His name was written in dark red ink. Inside, it said: “YOU OPENED IT. NOW IT WANTS OUT.” He dropped the note like it was on fire. Tessa ran into the room holding her own. Same handwriting. Hers said: “DON’T SLEEP TONIGHT.” Chapter 7: The Night They Stayed Awake Jamie and Tessa decided to stay awake together, with flashlights and snacks. At exactly 2:17 a.m., the power went out. The house went dead silent. And then the tapping started again. But this time, it was louder. Angrier. Like something trying to claw its way through. They held hands and listened. Scritch. Scritch. Tap. THUD. Then a voice whispered right outside Jamie’s bedroom door: “Let me in.” Tessa grabbed the doorknob and held it tight. The knob twisted. Click. Click. But it never opened. They didn’t sleep that night. Chapter 8: The Hidden History The next day, they snuck into the town library and asked the oldest librarian about their address. Her face went pale when she heard the street name. “Oh… that house,” she whispered. “I thought it was demolished.” “Why?” Jamie asked. She pulled out an old newspaper. The headline read: “Family Vanishes. Only Door Left Behind.” The article was from 1963. It said a family disappeared overnight. No sign of struggle. Just a strange black door in the basement that had never been there before. The house was sealed off. Until someone rebuilt it. Their house. Chapter 9: Facing the Door That night, they knew what they had to do. No more running. They crept down into the basement together. The door was wide open now. And beyond it was… a hallway. Dark. Wet. Breathing. They stepped inside. The walls closed behind them. Inside the hallway, they heard whispers: “We were hungry.” “You opened it.” “Now you stay.” They ran. Through twisting halls, mirrors, hands reaching from the dark. But then—Tessa slipped. She screamed, and Jamie turned back. But she was already being dragged away. Into the shadows. Gone. Chapter 10: The Locked Room Jamie woke up in his bed. His parents were acting normal. Like Tessa had never existed. Her room? Empty. Her name? Gone from family photos. At school? No one remembered her. But Jamie did. He always would. And the door? Still there. Waiting. Epilogue: Your Turn They say some doors shouldn’t be opened. They’re not locked to keep you out—they’re locked to keep something else in. And if you ever find one? Don’t listen when it whispers. Don’t look when it breathes. And never open it… …unless you’re ready to be forgotten too.
By Silas Blackwoodabout a year ago in Horror
The Mirror That Remembers
Hey, wanna hear a scary story? I’m serious, this one’s not like those cheesy ghost stories where you can guess what happens. This one? It actually happened to someone I know. Well, a friend of a friend’s cousin. But still—people talk about it like it’s real. I’ll tell it to you like a friend, the way you tell someone a secret that still gives you chills. It all started with a mirror. Not a magic mirror, not a mirror in a castle or anything. Just a regular, dusty old mirror in a school hallway. But there was something wrong with it. And the first kid who noticed? Her name was Riley. Chapter 1: The Mirror No One Cleaned Riley was 12. Smart. Kinda quiet. She liked sketching monsters in her notebook and reading books about space and ghosts. She wasn’t the type to go looking for trouble. But she noticed things. Like how everyone at Pinebrook Middle School walked past the mirror in Hall B but never looked into it. You’d think a big mirror—almost seven feet tall, shaped like an old grandfather clock—would attract attention, right? But no one ever stopped. Teachers rushed past it. Students acted like it wasn’t there. Even the janitor never wiped it down. Riley thought that was weird. So one day… she looked. Chapter 2: Not Her Reflection It was late. Riley stayed after school to help the art teacher. She walked down Hall B alone, the floors quiet and the lights buzzing overhead. She stopped in front of the mirror. It was dusty. Cracked in one corner. But she could still see her reflection. Except… it wasn’t quite right. Her reflection smiled first. She didn’t. It raised its hand slowly. She didn’t move. Then it winked. Riley stumbled back, heart racing. She blinked, rubbed her eyes, looked again. Now the mirror showed her as normal. Like nothing had happened. But it had. Chapter 3: The Library Clue The next day, Riley searched the school library for any stories about the mirror. The school was old—over 100 years. There had to be something. And sure enough, buried in a dusty yearbook from 1974, she found a photo. The mirror was in it. Right behind a group of kids. But one kid—right in front of the mirror—had no face. Just… blank skin. She showed it to her friend Eli. “It’s probably just a messed-up photo,” he said. But his voice shook a little. That night, Riley had a dream. She was standing in front of the mirror. And her reflection whispered: “I see you now.” Chapter 4: The Vanishing The next week, a kid named Jonah went missing. No one talked about it much. Teachers got weird. The principal said he had transferred. But Riley saw his locker. His books were still there. And then she remembered—Jonah had been staring at the mirror during lunch the day before he vanished. She went back and checked the mirror again. There was a handprint on the inside. Like someone had slapped the other side of the glass. Like someone was trapped inside. Chapter 5: The Dare Riley told Eli everything. He thought she was joking… until he looked into the mirror himself. And saw his own face smiling… with way too many teeth. They made a plan. That Friday night, during the school’s fall festival, they would sneak back in and record what the mirror showed after dark. They brought a flashlight. A camera. Salt (because of something Riley read online about spirits). And a hammer—just in case. When they got to Hall B, the mirror was already glowing. Not brightly. Just faint. Like a TV on mute. The reflection of the hallway looked… off. Like it was made of shadows. They turned on the camera. Eli stepped forward. And the mirror reached out. Chapter 6: Pulled In It happened fast. A hand—thin, bony, and gray—burst through the glass and grabbed Eli’s arm. He screamed. Riley tried to pull him back, but the mirror was like a vacuum. It sucked the air around them. The hallway lights flickered. Riley had one second to decide. And she jumped in after him. Chapter 7: The Backside Inside the mirror, everything looked twisted. Hall B was there… but the lockers were bleeding rust. The floors were sticky. The ceiling had no lights—just blinking, black eyes watching them. Eli was frozen. Pale. Riley pulled him up, and they started running. Behind them, their own reflections chased them—smiling, giggling, crawling like spiders on the walls. “This isn’t the school!” Eli shouted. “No,” Riley said. “It’s the mirror’s version of the school.” “Why does it exist?” Riley swallowed hard. “Because it remembers everyone who looks at it.” Chapter 8: The Room of Echoes They hid inside what used to be the library. Books whispered. Pages turned by themselves. Then, from the dark shelves, a voice said: “You shouldn’t have looked.” It was Jonah. Pale, empty-eyed, and smiling. “You can’t leave,” he said. “Not unless it lets you.” “What is it?!” Riley shouted. He pointed at the mirror. “A collector. It takes your reflection. Then your face. Then your voice. Until you're just… gone.” Riley reached into her pocket. She still had the salt. Chapter 9: One Shot She poured a circle of salt around herself and Eli. The reflections screamed and hissed, but they couldn’t enter. Riley smashed the mirror fragment she had carried in her pocket. There was a sound like thunder and shattering glass. The world twisted. And they were back. In Hall B. On the floor. The mirror? Still there. Untouched. But now, it was covered… with hundreds of handprints on the inside. Chapter 10: Never Look Again No one believed them. Jonah was still “transferred.” The mirror was still there. But Riley and Eli never walked past it again. They told their friends to avoid Hall B. They warned new students. And every year, the mirror gained a new handprint. One more face it remembered. One more soul it was waiting for. So, if you ever walk past a big old mirror—especially in a school—don’t stop. Don’t look. And whatever you do… Don’t let it see you first. Because some mirrors? They don’t show reflections. They collect them.
By Lucien Hollow about a year ago in Horror
