( The Broken glass )
As Nancy reached her house and grabbed the doorknob to go inside, she suddenly felt an unsettling sensation. It was as if someone was watching her from behind, though she couldn't tell who it was. She quickly turned and shone the light everywhere, but she couldn't see anyone.
Once inside, Nancy went straight to the bathroom. She stood before the mirror to wash her face, gazing at her reflection with a strange fascination. Suddenly, the mirror surface became clouded, covered by something like smoke, making visibility zero, yet the smoke was not present around Nancy. Nancy didn't mind it; she continued to stare intently into the mirror. Slowly, Nancy used her hand to wipe away the smoky haze covering the glass.
Now, the reflection in the mirror was of a different person a woman. The woman's long hair fell below her waist, several strands of which were dark green in color.
Nancy stared at the woman without blinking.
As if mesmerized, Nancy fixed her gaze on the woman's figure. The woman suddenly pressed her palm against the mirror. Nancy, as though hypnotized, also pressed her own palm against the corresponding spot where the woman's hand rested. The moment her hand touched the woman's, something began to change within her. The mirror was no longer between them. Nancy stood directly in front of the figure, and without any hesitation, she continued to stare at the woman.
Suddenly, the woman started walking forward, as if leading Nancy somewhere. Nancy followed her, walking behind.
The woman led her to a large door an old, worn-out door. The woman stood before it with Nancy. Nancy slowly approached the door and looked on both sides. To the left of the door, there was a name board, but it was heavily weathered. She picked up the name board, which was lying face down, and looked at it.
"Albert Villa"
She slowly uttered the name. The moment she spoke it, Nancy felt a sudden change in the atmosphere around her, as if something was happening in the surroundings. She turned around to look, but nothing she expected was occurring.
Nancy suddenly looked back at the woman beside her the woman was gone. She searched all around for the figure, but there was no one there.
She looked at the door in front of her and slowly pushed it open. Beyond the door lay a room consumed by darkness. Nancy cautiously stepped inside, surrounded by silence. She walked forward through the darkness, which seemed steeped in solitude.
Suddenly, her foot struck something. She slowly picked up the object: it was a chain. It stretched out ahead of her, and Nancy grabbed it and proceeded forward. With every step she took, the darkness began to recede slightly.
She continued to walk through the dim light, holding the chain. As she moved ahead, a thick liquid started sticking to her hand from the chain. It felt slightly warm. After Nancy had moved a considerable distance forward, the chain yanked her ahead. Startled, she let go and stepped back. Slowly, she looked at her hand; the sticky liquid clinging to it was blood.
"Nancy..."
Someone whispered in her ear.
Nancy gasped and opened her eyes. She found herself standing in front of the mirror in her bathroom. What had she seen? Who had taken her? Who was that woman? Whose was that blood?
Many questions flooded Nancy's mind. It was then she noticed that her hand was still pressed against the mirror. She tried to pull her hand back, but she couldn't; it was as if her hand was stuck to the glass. She tried several times, but her hand wouldn't budge.
Suddenly, the woman's figure reappeared before her. Even now, the woman's face was not revealed in the light.
As the woman pressed her hand against Nancy's again, the entire bathroom was instantly flooded with a sickly green light.
Nancy managed to tear her hand away from the mirror, but she lost her footing and fell backward. Her head struck the back of the bathtub with force.
Nancy lost consciousness, darkness enveloping her eyes. Blood began to seep out from Nancy and flow across the bathroom floor.
It was then that the woman moved toward her, walking through the spreading blood. The figure gently brushed the hair away from Nancy's face.
"Help," Nancy faintly whispered in her semi-conscious state, pleading with the woman to save her.
Hearing this, a faint smile spread across the woman's dry lips.