It was raining hard. Thunder roared as I sat at my table, writing stories.

Suddenly the lights went out. Darkness swallowed the room.

I lit a candle. The candle's flickering cast dancing shadows, making the room feeling strangely warm and alive.

That's when I felt - like someone was watching me. I looked around. I saw a shadow flicker near the corner. My heart pounded as I stared, but when I looked again nothing moved. Or maybe... Something was hiding just out of sight.

A chill ran down my spine. Was in just my imagination, or was something here with me?

I bought this mansion a few days ago, but already it felt less like home and more like a secret was to be uncovered.

I knew I saw something. I swear it moved.

After that, I set down my pen, heart thudding.

I felt thirsty and reached for my water bottle. But it was empty.

Just then, the door creaked open on its own. A cold shiver ran down my spine. Feeling unsure, but I forced myself to move towards the kitchen.

That's when I heard it. A whisper cutting through the silence. The mansion was otherwise still, except for those eerie voices.

I followed them, as if my body wasn't my own, the whispers pulling me forward. They led me to a room, long forgotten - dusty, untouched for years. The air was heavy, goosebumps spread across my skin as the whispers grew louder.

The door groomed as I pushed it open. Inside, dust coated every surface.

Rain lashed against the windows, under echoing in the distance as shadows crawled across the walls.

And there, standing against the far wall, was an old mirror. The mirror was wrapped in pale and gray fabric - untouched, unseen and whispering secrets.

I felt drawn to it.

I pulled the cloth away. Dust flew into the air and I sneezed.

The mirror's surface was cracked and dirty, but something about it caught my eye. I stared.

The candlelight flickered. Shadows danced across the glass.

I saw a face. Not mine.

It stared into me, deep, like it knew me.

I blinked - gone.

My heart pounded in my chest. Was the mirror showing me… Or something/ someone else?

I was trembling with fear.

Then everything went dark.

When I opened my eyes, I was still in the room. Nothing had changed or so I thought.

I heard a voice.

"Novish! Novish!" Mira?

Then I heard Raisa too - calling my name, crying louder than anyone.

I heard my mom sobbing. My dad was talking to someone.

I turned towards the mirror.

And what I saw froze me.

There I was, lying still. Eyes closed. No sign of life.

My parents, friends - Raisa and Mira - and the doctor was there.

They were standing around me. But not with me.

They were outside. I was inside.

Trapped behind the glass, silent and invisible, while the world outside the glass went on without me.

I screamed cried. But they couldn't hear me. No one could.

No matter how loud I scream... I'll always be just a whisper behind the glass.

(Author Novish)

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Julie was a mischievous girl, always stirring up trouble wherever. People whispered behind her back, calling hr a little troublemaker- and she seemed to wear the title like a little badge of honor. She loved exploring places she wasn't supposed to, sneaking into empty rooms, and testing the limits of what she could get away with. Her curiosity often got her into sticky situations, but Julie didn't mind. To her every scolding glance and whispered warning was just another part of the adventure.

But there was one place in the village that even Julie hesitated to go: the forest near her house. Dark and tangled, it looked like a shadow at the edge of everything similar. She had heard countless stories about children disappearing there in the dead of night, vanishing without a trace. The villagers spoke of strange noises - rustling leaves sounded like whispers, tall trees and shadows moved when no one was there. Though Julie was brave - perhaps curious - her little heart always pounded when she heard the stories and thought of venturing too far into its depths.

One night, Julie lay awake in her bed, unable to fall asleep. For some reason, she sat up and gazed into the window. The forest looked darker and more alive than ever, its twisted casting long, claw like shadows across the ground. Despite the fear curling in her stomach, curiosity bubbled inside her. What if... She went into the forest?

She wondered what if she ignored the warning of the elders. Then, almost as if the forest itself was calling her, a faint whispering voice drifted on the wind, singing a haunting lullaby:

"Come, little children.... Come to play"

Julie slipped out of her bed and grabbed a lantern. Quietly, opened the door and stepped into the night. The lanterns glow trembled across the path, barely pushing back the darkness. A cold wind sliced through the trees, carrying the scent of damp leaves. Every step made her heart pound faster. The distant howls of wolves echoed through the forest, blending with rustling leaves and soft sighs of unseen creatures. Her hand shook as she clutched the lantern, but still something drew her forward.

Suddenly, the eerie lullaby grew louder, closer, weaving itself around her mind. Julie felt her legs move on its own, carrying her deeper into the forest. Cold and expressionless, she walked, and her small feet finally stopped in front of an abandoned mansion. It's windows were dark and cracked and the air around it felt heavier.

Julie snapped back to her senses and froze. In front of her, a swing moved gently on its own. Swaying in the windless night. No one was around, yet the air seemed thick with invisible eyes. Something was watching her. She spun around, heart hammering, but the forest and the mansion were empty. Panic surged through her. She tried to run... But her feet wouldn't move, as if invisible hands had gipped her, holding her in place.

Meanwhile, Julie's mother woke suddenly and went to check on her daughter. But Julie's bed was empty.

"Where is she?" Panic rose in her chest. Something felt terribly wrong. Would her little troublemaker disappear just like the stories warned? She searched the house frantically, calling her name, but there was no sign of her. Her heart told her to go to the forest. She hesitated. But finally, fear gripping her heart, she ventured into the forest, hoping she wasn't too late.

The forest looked more alive than ever. The long tree's twisted branches looked like some creatures. She wasn't thinking about anything but , Julie.

Her mother found her lying near the swing, pale and cold as ice. Relief washed over her as she kissed Julie's forehead and carried her home.

Back in the safety of their house, she sat beside Julie, holding her close. Suddenly, Julie bolted upright, sobbing uncontrollably. Her mother tried to calm her.

"I am here, Julie" she whispered softly, but it was no use.

Julie clutched her mother's hand tightly. "Mommy... They will take me away! Far away from you… Save me! Don't let them take me away! I promise... I will always listen to you!" she was trembling with fear. She refused to fall asleep. Sobbing uncomfortably.

Finally, Julie calmed down and fell into a deep, exhausted sleep. Her mother tried to stay awake, but the long night had worn her out, and he drifted off without even noticing.

The next Morning, warm sunlight streamed across her face slowly, she opened her eyes and glanced beside her... Her heart skipped a beat. The bed was empty.

"Julie..." She whispered, her voice trembling. Where is her little troublemaker?

She raced back to the abandoned mansion - the very spot where she had found Julie the night before. There... On the cold cracked ground... Lay Julie's body. Her head was... GONE.

Her mother collapsed in tears, her little troublemaker... But the swing still swayed gently, as if someone were watching her cry. The wind whispered through the broken windows, carrying the faintest echo of that haunting lullaby.

Inside the mansion, Julie's spirit watched silently, unseen by her mother. She could see everything. But could not be reached. Her eyes glimmered in the shadows, looking at her mother silently. she tried to call her mother but she knew her mother could not hear her. Looking at her mother from distance, the broken glass of the window.she regreted her curiosity the night before and now Julie was just one of the countless lost souls, trapped among the missing, forever part of the forest's dark secret.

And the swing... It would not stop.

(Author Novish)

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