Horror - Story

No hallway, no furniture, no Elias. Just a flat, silver void. Then, a face pressed against the inside of the glass. It was his own face, distorted by a scream, palms slamming against the surface of the mirror from the other side.

Many great horror stories end on an ambiguous or cyclical note, leaving the reader wondering if the horror is truly over. Horror Story

At first, nothing was wrong. He would check his tie in the morning or brush his hair before bed, seeing only what he expected: a tired man in his late twenties. The change started on Tuesday. No hallway, no furniture, no Elias

He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and looked back at the glass. The door in the reflection was shut now, too. "Just tired," he muttered, the sound of his own voice strangely hollow. It was his own face, distorted by a