Elias didn’t want to turn around. He kept his eyes locked on the mirror. Then, a pale, spindly hand—long fingers ending in jagged, black nails—reached out from the darkness of the real hallway and rested gently on Elias’s shoulder.
At first, nothing was wrong. He would check his tie in the morning or brush his hair before bed, seeing only what he expected: a tired man in his late twenties. The change started on Tuesday.
He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and looked back at the glass. The door in the reflection was shut now, too. "Just tired," he muttered, the sound of his own voice strangely hollow. Horror Story
He stepped into the hallway, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The sheet lay in a heap. The mirror was bare. In the dim moonlight, he saw himself—or rather, the thing that looked like him—standing inside the glass.
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Elias was brushing his teeth when he felt a strange sensation, like a draft on the back of his neck. He looked into the hallway mirror. In the reflection, the door to his bedroom was wide open. But when he turned his head to look behind him, the door was firmly shut.
The reflection’s eyes were wide with a terror Elias had never felt. It raised a trembling hand, pointing toward the dark corner of the real hallway, right behind Elias's left shoulder. At first, nothing was wrong
A moment later, Elias opened his eyes. He was standing in a narrow hallway. He looked out through a silver haze and saw a tall, spindly shadow standing in his apartment. The shadow adjusted Elias’s tie, smoothed its stolen hair, and walked toward the front door.