Shattered Self (written by Universal Monk)

The attic smelled of mildew and decay. My flashlight caught Sarah, her face a pulpy ruin, eyes gouged, leaking viscous red.

“It’s in the mirror,” she gurgled, clawing at her shredded lips.

I turned, heart hammering. The mirror showed me, but my reflection grinned, teeth jagged, flesh peeling like wet wallpaper. “You can’t leave,” it rasped, voice mine but wrong. I smashed the glass, shards slicing my knuckles bloody.

The room darkened. My reflection stood behind me, whole, smiling. “You’re already gone,” it said.

I touched my face. It was cold, smooth glass. Sarah’s corpse laughed, her voice now mine.

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