"Sarah always avoided mirrors in Eldridge Hollow—until she realized her reflection wasn’t blinking when she did." Sarah had rules for surviving Eldridge Hollow: Never answer whispers. Never walk the streets after midnight. And never, ever stare too long into a mirror. But rules were made to be broken. The antique mirror in the thrift store called to her—its ornate frame carved with strange symbols, its glass too clean for a dusty shop. The shopkeeper warned her, "Some things look back." She bought it anyway. That night, her reflection moved just out of sync. A slow smile. A tilt of the head. Then, one morning, it mimicked her—but its eyes were black. She threw a blanket over the glass, but the next day, the blanket was on the floor. Her breath fogged the mirror as she leaned in, heart pounding. Her reflection stayed crystal clear. Then it lunged, fingers pressing against the glass from the other side. Sarah smashed the mirror with a scream— —only to find every shard on the floor reflecting her, over and over… each one mouthing the same words: "You let me out." "Now, no matter where Sarah goes, she sees herself in every window… and her reflection is always one step closer." "Subscribe and share in the comments if you’d never buy a haunted mirror—and follow for more terrors!"