Horror Story Review

He stepped into the hallway, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The sheet lay in a heap. The mirror was bare. In the dim moonlight, he saw himself—or rather, the thing that looked like him—standing inside the glass.

At first, nothing was wrong. He would check his tie in the morning or brush his hair before bed, seeing only what he expected: a tired man in his late twenties. The change started on Tuesday. Horror Story

Elias hadn’t bought the mirror for its beauty. It was an antique—tarnished silver and heavy oak—pulled from the wreckage of an estate sale for five dollars. He placed it in the hallway of his new, quiet apartment, hoping it would make the narrow space feel a bit less claustrophobic. He stepped into the hallway, his heart hammering

Elias was brushing his teeth when he felt a strange sensation, like a draft on the back of his neck. He looked into the hallway mirror. In the reflection, the door to his bedroom was wide open. But when he turned his head to look behind him, the door was firmly shut. In the dim moonlight, he saw himself—or rather,