Prologue
“Luckas…”
“Can you hear me?”
“I know you’re awake.”
And then it chuckled.
I’m desperately trying to sleep but it won’t let me.
Knock, knock, knock, pause.
Its 3:05 in the night. I had barely slept when I heard its voice.
Calm, eerie, and muffled.
The mirror is so far from this room, and yet I can hear it whisper in my ear.
“Luckas, I’m so lonely.”
It whispered again. What terrifies me is that it feels like my own voice but its calm.
“Luckas, free me.”
“I know that you can hear me.”
More soft chuckles.
“You don’t belong here Luckas.”
“This isn’t your room.”
It keeps repeating those words.
And tonight…
“You’re sleeping in my place.”
It won’t stop.
