Feng Qian ran wildly, not daring to look around.
Although this wasn't his first encounter with the supernatural, and he had even seen extraordinary creatures up close, this time was truly different.
Whether it's Skeleton Ghost or a super demon capable of cleaving a building in two with a single blow, their sense of oppression stems more from their physical brutality, terror, and power.
However, those ghosts in the mirrors that looked exactly like themselves, and could even mimic human speech, gave people a deep-seated sense of eeriness!
Feng Qian ran a long way and, seeing that no ghosts were chasing him, slowed down slightly, panting heavily, and took out his phone to report the situation immediately.
However, the moment he took out his phone, a hand suddenly emerged from the smooth screen!
Feng Qian recognized it; it was his own hand!
Before he could even scream, he was dragged inside.
Feng Qian picked up the phone and stood quietly waiting.
Soon, several of his subordinates caught up from behind.
Wu Jiangu stood further away, waving at their retreating figures.
Something indescribable and inexplicable spread silently.
The sun hung high in the sky, and the sunlight shining on the city seemed to become even brighter at some point.
Everything was so beautiful and harmonious.
Zhou Guangming stood in front of the bathroom mirror, mechanically brushing his teeth. Foam spilled from the corners of his mouth, which he wiped away with his thumb, but his eyes remained fixed on his reflection.
This mirror is quite old, with faint yellow stains on the edges, like an old photograph stained by time. Zhou Guangming in the mirror is also wearing the same gray pajamas as him, his hair is messy and sticking up, and there are two obvious dark circles under his eyes.
"Stayed up late again," Zhou Guangming muttered, rinsing his mouth.
However, the man in the mirror did not immediately follow suit; instead, he delayed for half a second before spitting out the water.
Zhou Guangming frowned and leaned closer to the mirror. "Maybe I'm just seeing things?" he thought.
Light pollution has been quite severe lately, making the city even brighter during the day. At first, he thought the cityscape looked nice, but after a while, his eyes started to hurt.
He shook his head and turned to leave the bathroom.
Just as he turned around, he caught out of the corner of his eye that his reflection in the mirror didn't turn around with him, but instead stared straight at his back, a strange smile slowly spreading across its lips.
Zhou Guangming turned around abruptly, but the image in the mirror had returned to normal, as if everything just now was an illusion.
But the feeling of being watched lingered, as if some alien predator was staring intently at him.
"Damn it!" Zhou Guangming cursed under his breath, quickly walked out of the bathroom, and closed the door behind him.
This is an old apartment building. Zhou Guangming's rented single room is small, but it's cheap. The bathroom door faces his bed, with only a small sofa in between.
He collapsed onto the bed, picked up his phone and scrolled through it aimlessly, completely forgetting what had just happened, thinking he had just imagined it.
He gets more and more excited as he looks at his phone at night, and before he knows it, it's already past midnight. He has to get up early for work the next day, but he just can't bear to put this little thing down and spoils it every day.
The light from the phone screen was somewhat dazzling in the darkness. Zhou Guangming swiped his finger and suddenly saw a strange post from someone in the same city:
"Has anyone else experienced this: seeing their reflection in the mirror and making completely different movements? Not a delay, but entirely different movements. I swear this isn't a joke; I saw my reflection in the bathroom raise its hand, even though I was washing my hands with my head down."
The comments section was mostly filled with jokes. Some said the poster had eaten too many mushrooms, others said the poster was scaring themselves, and still others suggested the poster see a psychologist, claiming that this was a precursor to somatization of mental illness.
Zhou Guangming's finger hovered over the screen, hesitating for a few seconds, but ultimately he didn't like or comment.
He turned off his phone in frustration, rolled over, and forced himself to close his eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Guangming, half-asleep, seemed to hear the sound of water. Drip, drip, like a faucet that wasn't turned off properly.
After a while, the sound of water gradually became rhythmic, no longer just dripping, but more like... the sound of someone walking in the bathroom, wet feet stepping on the tiles.
Zhou Guangming suddenly opened his eyes. The bedroom was pitch black. The sound of water had stopped, but the bathroom door was slightly ajar, letting in a faint light.
He clearly remembered closing the bathroom door before going to bed!
"Who's playing tricks?" Zhou Guangming's voice trembled in the darkness, but received no response.
He turned on the bedside lamp, the bright light dispelling the darkness. Zhou Guangming took a deep breath, got out of bed, grabbed a fruit knife, and then headed for the bathroom.
With each step he took, the floorboards creaked slightly, sounding particularly jarring in the Silence night.
The light coming through the crack in the bathroom door wasn't from a lamp, but rather a faint glow reflected from the mirror. Zhou Guangming pushed the door open; the bathroom light was indeed off, but the mirror shimmered with an eerie silver light in the darkness, like hazy moonlight, but it wasn't beautiful at all.
The figure in the mirror stood there, wearing the same pajamas as Zhou Guangming, but in a completely different posture!
The "he" in the mirror had his hands hanging at his sides, his head slightly tilted, and his eyes wide open, almost bulging out.
Even more terrifying was the extremely chilling smile on the face of the person in the mirror.
Zhou Guangming felt dizzy and staggered backward, bumping into the door frame.
The image in the mirror also moved, but instead of imitating his movements, it took a step forward and stretched out its hand.
Those hands passed through the mirror, and the pale fingers reached out to grab Zhou Guangming.
"Ah!" Zhou Guangming screamed, turned around and rushed out, grabbing his keys and coat haphazardly, almost stumbling as he ran away.
The streets were deserted in the early morning, with only the streetlights diligently keeping watch.
Zhou Guangming sat on the side of the road, panting heavily, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
He took out his phone, wanting to call the police, but didn't know how to explain it.
He said he was attacked by his own reflection in the mirror?
Even he himself found the reason absurd; wouldn't the police just send him to a mental hospital?
At that moment, Zhou Guangming suddenly remembered something and hurriedly opened his browser to search for the keyword. "The reflection in the mirror moved on its own."
The search results contained many obviously fake novels, horror stories, and urban legends that mentioned things like "Ghost Mirrors " or "Mirror Ghosts."
There are also many "pseudo-scientific" views, such as mirrors themselves being able to communicate with spirits, souls trapped in mirrors, Mirror Worlds being Parallel Worlds, and monsters living in mirrors...
What chilled Zhou Guangming to the bone was an anonymous post. "A kind of ghost lives in the mirror. It observes you day after day, gradually imitating you, and then replaces you..."