It was an ordinary Sunday afternoon when I received the call. I had just finished a long walk around the park, my favorite way to unwind after a week filled with work and meetings. As I was putting my keys back in my pocket, my phone rang, and I didn\u2019t recognize the number.<\/p>\n
I almost ignored it, but something made me answer. Maybe it was the silence of the afternoon, or maybe it was just the lingering feeling that something was about to change.<\/p>\n
“Hello?” I said, holding the phone to my ear as I walked toward my front door.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs this Laura Green?\u201d The voice on the other end was calm but slightly mechanical, like a voice that had been used too many times.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, speaking.\u201d I frowned. The voice didn\u2019t sound familiar.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is Detective Harris from the Greenridge Police Department. I need you to come to the station immediately. It\u2019s about your brother, Michael.\u201d<\/p>\n
A cold chill ran down my spine. Michael. My younger brother. I hadn\u2019t heard from him in weeks, but I knew he had been busy with his own life. We weren\u2019t particularly close, but there was no way I could ignore a call like this.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d I asked, my heart suddenly racing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll explain everything when you arrive. Please, don\u2019t delay,\u201d Harris said, his voice growing more urgent.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t argue. I hung up, grabbed my car keys, and rushed out of the house. My mind raced, trying to make sense of what could possibly be happening. Michael had always been a bit of a mystery, but he wasn\u2019t involved in anything dangerous, or so I thought.<\/p>\n
When I arrived at the station, I was led to a small, sterile room where Detective Harris was waiting. His face was impassive, but his eyes told a different story\u2014there was something he wasn\u2019t saying, something buried just beneath the surface.<\/p>\n
\u201cDetective, what\u2019s going on?\u201d I asked, my voice trembling slightly. “Where\u2019s Michael?”<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t answer immediately. Instead, he gestured for me to sit down. I did, but I couldn\u2019t shake the feeling that I was about to hear something I wasn\u2019t prepared for.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour brother\u2019s been found,\u201d Harris said after a long pause. \u201cBut I\u2019m afraid he\u2019s not the person you remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
I blinked, confused. \u201cWhat do you mean? Where is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s in a… a state of disorientation,\u201d he said slowly. \u201cWe found him last night, wandering along the highway near the old abandoned mill on the outskirts of town. His clothes were torn, and he was covered in cuts, but the most alarming thing was his behavior. He was speaking in… riddles, in fragments of sentences that didn\u2019t make sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt the world tilt slightly, like I had just missed a step on the stairs.<\/p>\n
\u201cRiddles? What kind of riddles?\u201d I asked, my voice barely a whisper.<\/p>\n
Harris looked at me, his expression softening just a fraction. \u201cWe couldn\u2019t make sense of it at first. He kept repeating one phrase over and over: ‘She\u2019s waiting in the dark.’\u201d<\/p>\n
A wave of dread washed over me. The words felt too familiar. They were the same words Michael had used in the strange, cryptic messages he sent me months ago. I thought it was just him messing around, playing some game. He had a habit of sending odd texts late at night, like trying to be profound or mysterious.<\/p>\n
But this? This was something else.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to see him,\u201d I said, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. \u201cPlease, just take me to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris hesitated for a moment, but then he stood up. \u201cFollow me.\u201d<\/p>\n
We walked through the sterile hallways of the station, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the silence. When we reached the holding room, Harris opened the door to reveal my brother sitting in a small chair. His back was hunched, his head tilted slightly to the side, as though he was listening to something I couldn\u2019t hear.<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael?\u201d I called softly, stepping into the room.<\/p>\n
He turned to face me, and for a moment, I didn\u2019t recognize him. His eyes were wide, almost too wide, like he hadn\u2019t blinked in days. His skin was pale, almost sickly, and his hair was wild, sticking out at odd angles. He looked… off. Not just physically, but mentally. Something had broken inside him.<\/p>\n
\u201cLaura,\u201d he said, his voice distant and hollow. \u201cShe\u2019s waiting. You need to come with me. She\u2019s waiting in the dark.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d I asked, feeling a chill creep up my spine.<\/p>\n
He stared at me for a long moment before answering. \u201cThe woman in the mirror. She\u2019s been calling me. She wants you, too. She\u2019s waiting for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart skipped a beat. The woman in the mirror? That phrase sent a wave of memories crashing over me\u2014memories of strange things Michael had mentioned in passing when we were kids. He used to talk about a woman he saw in the mirror, a woman who would appear whenever he was alone, staring back at him with a cold, knowing smile. I always thought it was just an imaginary friend, a trick of the mind, but now…<\/p>\n
Now, it felt like something more.<\/p>\n
I reached out to him, but he pulled back, his eyes wild. \u201cShe\u2019s coming for you,\u201d he whispered. \u201cShe\u2019s always watching. She\u2019s in the dark.\u201d<\/p>\n
Suddenly, the room felt colder. The lights flickered once, then twice, and I could have sworn I heard a faint, high-pitched whisper from somewhere deep within the walls. My heart hammered in my chest as I turned to Harris, desperate for answers.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs he… is he okay?\u201d I asked, my voice trembling.<\/p>\n
Harris looked at me, his expression unreadable. \u201cI\u2019m afraid we don\u2019t know. Whatever happened to him, it\u2019s not something we can explain. He\u2019s not the same person. We\u2019re going to keep him here for observation, but… I don\u2019t know how much help we can be.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt a lump form in my throat. I didn\u2019t know what to say, how to react. All I could think about was Michael, my little brother who had once been so full of life, now trapped in some kind of nightmare I couldn\u2019t even begin to understand.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs there any way I can help him?\u201d I asked, feeling helpless.<\/p>\n
Harris shook his head. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing more we can do. But… you should be careful. Whatever this is, it\u2019s not just affecting him. It\u2019s like it\u2019s spreading. And I\u2019m afraid it\u2019s already after you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him, not fully understanding what he meant, but somehow knowing that the darkness Michael spoke of was now coming for me.<\/p>\n
As I left the station, my thoughts were a whirlwind. Who was this woman in the mirror? What did she want with Michael\u2014and now, with me?<\/p>\n
The whispers, the shadows, the cold feeling in the pit of my stomach\u2014they were all real. And now, there was nowhere to run. The dark was waiting for me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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