Haunting His Killer

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Summary

No one knew he was mine. So when he died… no one knew I lost everything. something is watching me, protecting me, stopping me from dying. I want his killer to suffer. I want them to beg. I just don’t remember… why my hands feel so guilty.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
9
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Chapter 1 - Shatter


It was a dark room with no windows, no doors. Only a small hole in the wall where moonlight leaked through in a thin, trembling line.

That’s when I saw it.

Something in the corner. Something that shouldn’t have been there.

It pulled at my attention no not curiosity, not fear... something worse. Something I couldn’t name.

A white sheet hung over it, barely moving, as if it were breathing.

I didn’t want to know what was underneath. I really didn’t.

But somewhere deep inside me, something else did.

I stepped closer.

Each step felt wrong, like I was being dragged forward by something invisible. My hand trembled as I reached for the edge of the cloth.

"Don’t," a voice whispered in my head.

I took a breath anyway... and pulled.

A mirror.

Just a mirror.

Relief came for a second until I looked closer.

There was no reflection.

Only darkness. Thick. Endless. Darker than anything I had ever seen.

And then

crack.

A thin fracture spread across the glass.

“No... no, no no no ” I whimpered.

crack.

Another one.

Faster now.

Spreading and crawling like black veins across the surface. The mirror wasn’t just breaking... it was shattering toward me.