“Behind the Eyes – The Final Reflection”

The mirror in the bungalow was not your typical mirror. It was once referred to as a "Face Mirror" by the villagers—a device that not only reflects your image but also steals your soul. Aronno didn't know. He had no idea that the mirror was made from the tears of a widow whose husband had been burned to death because he had been accused of being a witch. Forever, her spirit had been imprisoned in the mirror. The reflection in the mirror, the one with the blood-red eyes, was no longer his the third night. It looked at him with a cold hatred and vengeance. Although it did not speak, its lips moved as though to say: "It's your turn now..." Aronno was unable to sleep by himself that very night. He curled up in bed, tightly shutting the windows and locking the doors. However, at precisely 3:13 a.m., his door opened by itself. There was no cold breeze that followed; all that was left was a horrible stench that smelled like burning flesh. He sat up with wide eyes and a dry throat. Nobody was outside. He made his way toward the mirror slowly. And then he screamed—but no sound came out.

No longer was the reflection imitating him. It stared back, grinning. However, this time it made a clear and deliberate lip movement: "You remain inside now; I leave." Aronno was then pulled into the mirror with a sudden pull. He realized that all he could see was the other "Aronno" stepping out of the mirror with a smile before he could even scream. Then, the mirror shattered… with a deafening silence.

The bungalow was found abandoned by the police the following morning. A broken mirror on the floor is the only evidence of struggle—no footprints or signs of struggle. You could still make out a face among the broken pieces... a man yelling incessantly from within. You were unable to hear him. However, his eyes were aimed squarely at you.