A Tale of Reflection and Fear
1. The Unearthly Reflection
It was late in the evening, and the dim glow of the moon barely filtered through the cracked window. A young boy named Leo found himself standing before an old, tarnished mirror that had been abandoned in the attic for as long as he could remember. His parents never spoke of it, yet it always haunted the far corner of their house. The mirror was large, framed in ornate silver, its glass so clear that it seemed almost too perfect for its age. As Leo gazed into it, the reflection that stared back was not quite his own. It was him—yes, but there was something wrong, something off in the way his eyes stared back at him. The unease gnawed at his gut, but curiosity pushed him forward. His hand reached out toward the mirror, trembling, but as his fingers brushed the surface, the reflection smiled back at him. It wasn't a smile he had made.
