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अंधेरे गलियारे में एक काला साया खड़ा था, जिसकी आंखें अंगारों की तरह चमक रही थीं। अचानक हवा बर्फीली हो गई और कानों में फुसफुसाहट सुनाई दी। रूहें कभी पीछा नहीं छोड़तीं, वे बस सही वक्त का इंतजार करती हैं ताकि तुम्हें अंधेरों में खींच सकें।

I heard scratching coming from the basement. Sarah insisted we investigate, but I knew better. The light switch didn't work, of course. We stood at the top of the stairs, our phone flashlights barely penetrating the darkness below. Something moved in the shadows.

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Sarah noticed her reflection in the bathroom mirror wasn't quite right. When she blinked, it stayed still. When she moved, it waited a heartbeat too long. Then one morning, her reflection smiled at her before she did. That's when she knew it wasn't her reflection anymore.

The footsteps upstairs always stop at the third floorboard, right above my bed. I've counted seventeen times now. Mom says it's just the house settling, but houses don't wear shoes that scratch against wood at exactly 3:27 AM.

Let me tell you about the mirror in my grandmother's house. It's been there for decades, perfectly normal during the day. But sometimes, at exactly 3:17 AM, the reflection shows a room that doesn't exist. Small pause. I've checked. Every wall. Every corner. That room isn't there.

In 1973, the midnight shift at Blackwood Mental Hospital reported a strange occurrence. Forty-two patients and seven staff members were found frozen in place, their eyes fixed on the ceiling. By morning, their bodies had turned to ash.

I always check my bathroom mirror before bed. It's just habit now. But last night, something felt different. The reflection seemed slightly delayed, like it was waiting a fraction of a second too long to copy my movements. I haven't slept since.