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Title: “The Reflection”
🌑 Incomplete Version (Half-Told Horror):
Half of Elise’s face was missing. Not torn away or burned off—simply gone , as though it had never existed. She stood in front of the cracked bathroom mirror, staring at her incomplete reflection with eerie calm. Blood dripped steadily from the empty space where her right eye and cheek should have been, pooling on the tile floor with a soft plink, plink, plink . Her hand trembled slightly as she reached up to touch the mirror, watching how only her left eye blinked back at her. The other socket was filled with something darker, something that pulsed faintly in time with a heartbeat that wasn’t hers anymore.
She remembered waking up like this, hours ago, screaming into silence as her fingers clawed at smooth skin that refused to bleed, until suddenly—it did. And now, as she watched, the reflection smiled…
🩸 Complete Version (Full Horror):
Half of Elise’s face was missing. Not torn away or burned off—simply gone , as though it had never existed. She stood in front of the cracked bathroom mirror, staring at her incomplete reflection with eerie calm. Blood dripped steadily from the empty space where her right eye and cheek should have been, pooling on the tile floor with a soft plink, plink, plink . Her hand trembled slightly as she reached up to touch the mirror, watching how only her left eye blinked back at her. The other socket was filled with something darker, something that pulsed faintly in time with a heartbeat that wasn’t hers anymore.
She remembered waking up like this, hours ago, screaming into silence as her fingers clawed at smooth skin that refused to bleed, until suddenly—it did. And now, as she watched, the reflection smiled. A slow, wet grin stretching wider than her own lips ever could. It winked with the eye she no longer had. Then it stepped forward through the glass, dripping wet and whole—and Elise realized too late that her reflection had never needed her to be alive to keep smiling.
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