Riya moved into the old rented house at the edge of town. The landlord had given her only one warning before handing over the keys: “Don’t look into the mirror at midnight.” Riya had laughed at the superstition. She was a modern girl, practical and stubborn, and old wives’ tales didn’t scare her. But as she unpacked her bags that evening, she noticed the antique mirror in the bedroom. It stood tall in the corner, its surface covered in dust, its golden frame carved with grotesque faces — mouths wide open as if frozen in a scream.
THE MIRROR THAT WATCHES - Part 1
Riya moved into the old rented house at the edge of town. The landlord had given her only one before handing over the keys:“Don’t look into the mirror at midnight.”Riya had laughed at the superstition. She was a modern girl, practical and stubborn, and old wives’ tales didn’t scare her. But as she unpacked her bags that evening, she noticed the antique mirror in the bedroom. It stood tall in the corner, its surface covered in dust, its golden frame carved with grotesque faces — mouths wide open as if frozen in a scream.She shivered for a moment, then ...Read More