Chapter 2: The Whisper Behind the Mirror
The next morning felt heavy. Even with the sunlight streaming through the window, the air inside the room was cold — unnaturally cold. I kept staring at that white cloth covering the mirror. I didn't touch it, didn't want to.
When I met Kak Mira at breakfast, I casually asked,
"Did someone come into my room last night?"
She frowned. "Why?"
"Because… the mirror was covered this morning. I didn't do it."
She froze for a moment, spoon halfway to her mouth. "Just… don't touch that cloth," she said softly. "If it's covered, leave it that way."
Her tone told me not to ask more, so I didn't. But curiosity has a way of whispering louder than fear.
That night, I couldn't sleep again. The dorm was silent, except for the ticking of the old clock in the hallway. I turned on my phone's flashlight this time, determined not to let my imagination get to me.
Around midnight, the sound came again.
"Creeeak…"
The same slow footsteps but this time, closer.
My light flickered once, twice… then steadied. I turned it toward the mirror. The white cloth was still there. But it was moving.
It swayed slightly, as if someone behind it was breathing.
My heart raced. I whispered, "Who's there?"
No answer. Only the soft, rhythmic sound — in and out like a slow sigh.
I took one shaky step forward. The closer I got, the colder the air became. I reached out, fingers trembling, and pinched the edge of the cloth.
And then a whisper.
So close, it brushed against my ear.
"You shouldn't be here."
I stumbled back, flashlight dropping to the floor with a dull thud. The room went dark. I couldn't move, couldn't even scream.
When I finally dared to pick up my phone again, the light flicked on just long enough for me to see the mirror.
The cloth was gone.
And written across the fogged glass, in long, wet streaks, were four words:
LEAVE THE MIRROR ALONE.