It was exactly 3 AM when Lily woke up to the sound of faint scratching. At first, she thought it was the old window rattling in the wind. But then she heard it again—closer, deliberate, coming from the hallway.
She sat up, heart pounding. The room was dark, except for the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains. Her eyes instinctively darted toward the antique mirror hanging on the wall opposite her bed.
Something about it felt… different tonight. The surface shimmered oddly, like liquid glass, and she could swear she saw a shadow moving behind her reflection.
Lily tried to convince herself it was just her imagination. Old house, creaky floorboards, nothing to be afraid of.
Then the scratching stopped.
And in the mirror, a single word appeared, written slowly as if by an invisible hand:
"LOOK."
Her breath caught. She froze. The room was silent again, but the message lingered, glowing faintly in the dark.
Something was definitely watching.