The delay grew. Soon, the reflection moved with a languid, serpentine grace that my own fevered, trembling body could not mimic. While I sat paralyzed by a growing dread, the thing in the mirror smiled—a slow, terrible stretching of the lips that revealed teeth which seemed too sharp, too white.
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The candle expired. In the sudden, suffocating darkness, I heard my own voice whisper from the other side of the room: The delay grew
It reached out a hand, dark as the metal itself. The surface of the mirror rippled like water disturbed by a stone. I tried to scream, but the silence of the room choked me. The hand passed through the barrier, cold as the grave, and gripped my wrist. Use the site’s internal search (top right) to