Jasmine lay in her bed, her body shaking under the warm bedsheet. She pulled it tightly over her head, closing her eyes as hard as she could. Something didn't feel right. She had the strange feeling that someone was watching her, even though the room was silent. Her heart raced, and she could hear her breath growing faster.

Minutes passed, but the feeling didn't go away. She wanted to scream, but her throat was dry, jasmine slowly pulled the bedsheet down and peeked around the room. Her eyes widened as something strange appeared in front of her.

It was dark blue, like a shadow, but it was different, almost glowing. Her body froze in fear. The air in the room felt heavy, and her heart pounded louder. Without thinking, she gasped and fainted, falling back onto her bed.

After she awake she slowly opened her eyes, her head spinning. She was no longer in her bed but in a strange room filled with thick, swirling smoke. The air was heavy, and the smoke seemed to choke her every breath. She sat up, her heart racing in her chest, and looked around in confusion. Nothing was familiar.

Suddenly, she heard murmurs coming from a nearby room. The voice was soft, almost like a whisper, but it sounded... like her. Jasmine's breath caught in her throat. The voice was hers, yet something was wrong, twisted in a way that made her skin crawl. The voice spoke in words she couldn’t understand, but it felt as if it was calling to her.

Fear gripped her tightly as she slowly stood up, her legs unsteady. Her mind screamed at her to run, but something kept her from leaving. She moved cautiously toward the room, each step heavier than the last. She hesitated at the door, her hand shaking as she reached for the handle.

With a deep breath, she opened it. What she saw on the other side made her blood run cold.

Jasmine stood frozen at the door, her breath shallow. Inside the room, she saw herself. It was her, sitting across from someone, speaking in a low, calm voice. But jasmine couldn’t see who the other person was. The figure was shadowed, blurred, as if the smoke in the room was hiding them.

Her own voice echoed strangely in the air, as if it wasn’t really hers. The words were soft, but there was something unsettling about the way they sounded, something foreign and unfamiliar.

Jasmine felt a chill run down her spine. She didn’t understand what was happening, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the strange scene unfolding before her. She took a careful step closer, trying not to make a sound. She pressed her ear against the door, straining to hear the conversation more clearly.

Suddenly a cold hand slowly reached over her shoulder from behind. She froze, unable to move, her heart pounding so loudly it drowned out every other sound in the room. The touch was soft, but it felt as though ice had spread through her veins.

With trembling hands, she slowly turned around, her mind screaming for her to run, but her body refused to obey. When she faced the figure behind her, her own face stared back at her—her own eyes wide with fear, her own expression filled with confusion.

Past

Jasmin was a delivery girl. She worked hard every day, delivering parcels to people all over the city.

On May 24, 2025, Jasmin was on her delivery route. She had a big bag of parcels to deliver. As she was sorting through the parcels, she noticed something . One of the parcels had her own apartment address on it!

Jasmin was curious. She decided to deliver the parcel after completing the work.

That night, Jasmin went to her apartment building. She searched for the address on the parcel. It said Room 435, Third Floor. Jasmin went to the third floor. As she reached the top of the stairs, she saw another step leading up to Room 435.

Jasmin started to climb the extra step. As she reached the top, she tapped on the door. But there was no answer.

Jasmin continued to ring the bell, and finally, a woman's voice came from inside. "Who are you?" the voice asked.

"I'm Jasmin, I live on the fifth floor," Jasmin replied. "I came to deliver a parcel. Can you please open the door?"

There was a pause, and then the woman's voice said, "Please can you come back after an hour? I'm bathing my children right now."

Jasmin checked her watch and saw that it was already getting late. But she didn't want to leave the parcel unattended, so she agreed to come back later. "Okay, I'll come back after an hour," she said.

The woman's voice thanked her, and Jasmin went back to her own apartment on the fifth floor. She decided to take a short rest before returning to deliver the parcel.

After she finished her chores she went to the apartment to deliver the parcel the lady come out, and she went inside th house.

As Jasmin sat on the couch, she couldn't help but notice the old furniture and decorations that filled the room. The lady, who introduced herself as Mrs. Smith, was also dressed in a vintage-style dress that seemed to match the atmosphere of the room.

Despite the old-fashioned surroundings, Mrs. Smith spoke with a sweet and gentle tone that put Jasmin at ease. Jasmine heard the sound of children playing .

As they sipped their coffee, Jasmine started to ask Mrs. Smith questions about herself and her family. But as she listened to Mrs. Smith's responses, Jasmine began to feel a strange sensation wash over her.

At first, it was just a slight dizziness, but it quickly grew stronger. Jasmine's vision began to blur, and she felt herself falling forward.

Before she could even react, Jasmine felt herself hitting the ground. Everything went black, and she lost consciousnes.

Jasmine woke up with a start, feeling disoriented and strange. She looked around, trying to remember where she was. As she sat up, she realized she was in her own bed, in her own apartment.

She threw off the covers and got out of bed, still feeling a bit dazed. She walked out of her bedroom and into the kitchen, where she was shocked to see Mrs. Smith standing by the counter.

"Are you...did you bring me home?" Jasmine asked, trying to process what was happening.

Mrs. Smith turned to face her, and Jasmin's blood ran cold. The woman's face was twisted and grotesque, with sunken eyes and a mouth that seemed to be stretched across her face.

Jasmine let out a scream and turned to run back to her bedroom. She slammed the door shut behind her and locked it, her heart racing with fear.

She threw herself onto the bed, pulling the covers up over her head. She was shaking with fear, unable to process what she had just seen.

As she lay hidden under the bedsheet, Jasmine saw a pair of feet approaching her through the holes in the fabric. Her heart racing with fear, she remained silent, holding her breath as the feet drew closer. But after what felt like an eternity, the feet slowly retreated, and Jasmine realized the lady was gone. Summoning all her strength, Jasmine cautiously emerged from under the bedsheet.

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****scene move to the the day where she saw herself on the strange room****

Jasmine was shocked to see a girl who looked just like her. She pushed the girl away and ran as fast as she could.

She found a locked door. It needed a fingerprint to open. She tried to break it, but it didn't work. Then, she tried using her own handprint. To her surprise, the door unlocked

and opened the door. She was shocked to find herself on the third floor, right in front of Room 453.

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Jasmine's eyes spun around. She felt dizzy.Then, she fainted again. The man caught Jasmin as she fainted. He held her in his arms and said, "Hey, are you okay?"

Jasmine slowly opened her eyes. She looked at the man and tried to speak, but she couldn't. She burst into tears.

The man gently took Jasmine to his home. She sat on the sofa in the living room. His mom asked, "What's wrong with her?"

The man replied, "I don't know. I found her

fainted infront of the upstairs."

His mom made Jasmine a cup of tea and handed it to her. Jasmine started to drink it, feeling a little better.

INTRODUCTION TO CHARACTERS

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Alex:

The man's name is Alex. He is 25 years old and lives with his mother in the apartment's 3 floor. Alex is a kind and helpful person who works as a writer.

Alex mom:

Alex's mother, Aurora Thompson, is a 50-year-old woman with a mysterious and warm presence. She is a well-known fortune teller in the community, with a deep understanding of the spiritual world.

Alex little brother:

Alex's little brother, Athi is a 15-year-old boy who is shy and introverted. He has a hard time speaking to strangers and usually only talks when he needs something. He loves photography, and he is also fascinated by the supernatural and often sneaks into his mother's fortune-telling sessions to listen.He is curious about spirits world.

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Jasmine began to explain the strange events that had happened to her. Alex, his mom Aurora, and even his brother Athi(who was secretly watching from his room door gap) listened with great interest.

Alex's eyes sparkled with excitement as he thought, "This is a great story! I have to write it down!"

Meanwhile, Athi peeking through door of his room, a strange smile spreading across his face. Jasmine caught a glimpse of him, but didn't think much of it, assuming he was just curious.