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Bone-Chilling Valentine’s Day Horror Story Pt. 2 #shorts #horrornarration #horror #scary #shorts
Every night at 3:00 AM, the mirror fogged up.
At first, it was subtle, but then she began to change. She would sit in front of the mirror, her back facing the room… and her head would slowly turn toward me at an impossible angle. Eyes wide. Iris reduced to pin-sized dots swimming in white.
And inside the glass, he waited.
A pale, cracked figure. Half-emerged. Smiling softly.
She didn’t scream. She didn’t fight. She leaned into him, palms resting on his shoulder, cheek pressed gently against decaying skin, as if she had always belonged there. As if I was the one intruding.
The message on her phone the next morning read:
“Hope it felt as good for you as it did for me.”
She vanished after that.
Now when my mirror fogs up… I don’t look away.
Because sometimes, in the condensation, I see them standing together.
And sometimes… I see him smiling at me.
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