hem, stitched into the very fabric of their lives. Neha became a teacher again, but she never spoke

finding you, even when y

le feeling that something was always watching. He'd wake up to find objects moved, whisper

attic, Arjun found a dusty, forgotten journal. It

notes, strange symbols, and pages soa

leaves. It waits. It

wasn't just haunted by memor

y, now an old man with weary eyes that held too many secrets.

em," he whispered. "It was a se

ruth: the darkness wasn't tied

mansion. The site was now overgrown, nature reclaiming it, but t

ble. It wasn't just a mirror-it was a portal. The moment Arjun looked into it, he saw no

ice a chorus of every scream, ev

an't e

fled years ago. He remembered his mother's strength, Neha's cou

e mirror. The darkness screamed, a s

en, si

und, the sky above him clear and bright. Th

, tears in her eyes b

it," she

n no

re f

rom the ruins, a faint wh

an't e

within the shadows,

hurt them-but because i