The Hidden Reflection

April 10, 2026

by Lon

One evening, my daughter returned from school excited about a mysterious game she discovered involving a mirror. Skeptical of tales about the supernatural, I brushed it off. That night, she invited her friend over, and the two decided to try the game in our dimly lit bathroom.

As they giggled and whispered, I heard unsettling noises around our old house. The creaky floors and groaning walls were familiar to me, so I dismissed the sounds. Hours later, the girls burst into the living room, their faces pale, claiming they had seen something in the mirror. I rolled my eyes, but they insisted I join them for another round.

Reluctantly, I followed them into the bathroom, where the air felt unusually cold. We switched off the lights, and I caught my breath as I stared into the mirror. Suddenly, a shadow loomed behind us, and a chill ran down my spine. I fumbled for the light switch, panic rising as the darkness closed in around us.

When I finally flicked the switch on, the bright light revealed shattered glass scattered across the floor. The girls stood frozen, wide-eyed and trembling. My heart raced, and in that moment, I understood the power of belief. That game would never be played in our home again.

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