The Last Message at 3:17 AM – Part 2

 Lina stood frozen in front of the window, her whole body trembling.

The reflection kept smiling… its eyes drowned in darkness.

Then… it slowly began to come out of the glass.

As if the mirror had turned into water.

Lina stepped back, gasping, unable to scream.

The reflection’s hand came out first… cold… long… its fingers twisted.

It grabbed the frame of the window and started pulling its head through.

Lina ran to the door as fast as she could, trying to escape the room.

She grabbed the handle…

Locked.

She started banging on the door with both hands.

“Open! Open!”

But no one answered.

She turned back toward the window…

The reflection was gone.

Only the glass remained… covered in mist.

A deadly silence filled the room.

Then suddenly…

She heard a sound behind her.

Tap… tap… tap…

It was no longer coming from the window.

This time…

It was coming from the bedroom mirror.

Lina slowly turned around.

There, inside the large mirror beside the closet…

It stood.

A version of her… but with a twisted face and a horrifying grin.

It raised its hand and pressed it against the mirror from the inside.

Then the hand pushed through…

Lina screamed and ran.

She rushed downstairs into the living room and turned on every light.

Her heart felt ready to stop.

She grabbed her phone and called the police.

But when she placed the phone to her ear…

She heard her own voice.

"No one is going to save you."

The phone slipped from her hand.

The screen was glowing.

It said:

Incoming Call: Lina

Lina backed away until she hit the wall.

Then suddenly…

All the lights went out.

The whole house sank into darkness.

Only the phone screen remained bright.

And on it… a live video appeared.

It showed Lina standing in the dark…

But something was standing behind her.

A cold breath touched her ear.

Then a whisper said:

"Now… it’s my turn to live. And your turn to stay in the mirror."

The phone screen went black.

And since that night…

People who pass by Lina’s house say they can still see her in the window…

Banging on the glass…

Begging for help.

Tap… tap… tap…