Post by account_disabled on Dec 20, 2023 22:34:31 GMT -5
"Curse!" she said, before entering the elevator. Dense darkness inside. He was about to give up, but walking nine floors, after that day's work, was too much. He once again cursed the door of the building, having been warned several times about the burned-out lamp, and entered. He fingered the buttons and pressed 9. The elevator, with a small jolt, took off. He turned to the mirror. A shapeless shadow returned his gaze, barely recognizable in the darkness in which a veil of light filtered from the stairs.
He felt a shiver run down his spine and felt the hairs on his neck stand on end. He immediately turned his back to the mirror. He suddenly remembered an old story he had read in a book years ago. She remembered the Evil that lurked in inanimate objects. It was a work that collected real testimonies and one of those stories spoke of shadow mirrors. He Special Data remembered one more passage. Never look at a mirror in the dark . At the time he hadn't paid much attention to that phrase and the story. According to what the book reported, a woman had observed her image reflected in the mirror, in a dark room, and had been literally devoured by evil. The man didn't know what that meant exactly.
He had always been skeptical of the paranormal, even if that shiver, after looking in the mirror shortly before, had not left him. He decided he could risk peeking for a few more seconds and turned around. The floors followed one after the other, letting a faint light shine through between staircase and staircase. In that atmosphere of darkness her reflected figure seemed enlarged and distorted. He continued to stare at the mirror until the shiver reached the back of his neck, freezing him. Then a sort of muffled, hoarse cry swallowed up the silence and the darkness was total. When the elevator reached the ninth floor, the doors opened to an empty cabin.
He felt a shiver run down his spine and felt the hairs on his neck stand on end. He immediately turned his back to the mirror. He suddenly remembered an old story he had read in a book years ago. She remembered the Evil that lurked in inanimate objects. It was a work that collected real testimonies and one of those stories spoke of shadow mirrors. He Special Data remembered one more passage. Never look at a mirror in the dark . At the time he hadn't paid much attention to that phrase and the story. According to what the book reported, a woman had observed her image reflected in the mirror, in a dark room, and had been literally devoured by evil. The man didn't know what that meant exactly.
He had always been skeptical of the paranormal, even if that shiver, after looking in the mirror shortly before, had not left him. He decided he could risk peeking for a few more seconds and turned around. The floors followed one after the other, letting a faint light shine through between staircase and staircase. In that atmosphere of darkness her reflected figure seemed enlarged and distorted. He continued to stare at the mirror until the shiver reached the back of his neck, freezing him. Then a sort of muffled, hoarse cry swallowed up the silence and the darkness was total. When the elevator reached the ninth floor, the doors opened to an empty cabin.