*Scary Night Story – Part 2 🩸🌙*
Tinashe stood frozen.
The door he *locked himself* had started to slowly creak open — no footsteps, no voice — just that *heavy silence* that screamed louder than any noise.
He grabbed his phone and texted his cousin:
_"Bro, something is in this house!"_
But no response.
Then… the lights flickered. The temperature dropped. His phone screen glitched and a message popped up:
*"You looked again…"*
The same girl in the red dress was now *standing by the wardrobe*, her head tilted, her lips stitched, eyes leaking blood.
Tinashe screamed. The lights went out completely. In the pitch black, he heard breathing. Not his.
*Slow. Deep. Right behind him.*
He turned with his flashlight.
*Nothing.*
Until he looked into the mirror again.
*She was inside it. Smiling. Pointing at him.*
And then she mouthed:
*"Switch places."*
And in an instant… he wasn't in his room anymore.
*He was in the mirror.*
And the girl?
She was now in *his* room. Living *his* life.
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