Weeks passed after Lina disappeared.
The police searched the house from top to bottom.
No broken doors.
No signs of struggle.
No blood.
No body.
Only one strange thing remained.
Every mirror in the house had been shattered…
Except one.
The large mirror beside Lina’s closet.
No matter how many times they tried to remove it, the mirror always returned the next morning, hanging perfectly in the same place.
Eventually, the house was abandoned.
People in the neighborhood began whispering.
At exactly 3:17 AM, lights would flicker inside the empty home.
And if anyone looked through the upstairs window…
They would see Lina.
Her hands pressed against the glass.
Her mouth screaming silently.
Begging to be let out.
Many tried to help.
None returned the same.
Months later, a young man named Samir moved into the house.
He laughed at the stories.
“Just stupid legends,” he said.
On his first night, he slept in Lina’s old room.
At 3:17 AM, his phone vibrated.
An unknown number.
He opened the message.
"Don’t look at the mirror."
Samir smirked.
Then another message came instantly.
"I said don’t look at the mirror."
The room became cold.
Slowly…
He turned his head.
In the mirror, Lina stood inside the darkness.
Her face pale. Eyes full of terror.
She raised one trembling hand…
And pointed behind him.
Samir’s smile vanished.
Because he felt it first.
A cold breath on his neck.
Then a whisper:
"Thank you for opening the door."
The next morning…
Samir was gone.
And now, people say if you pass by the house at night…
You can see two faces trapped behind the glass.
Still knocking.
Tap… tap… tap…
Then sometimes…
You receive a message at 3:17 AM.
"Don’t look behind you."
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