Even being in her twenties, Hannah never left her parents’ house in a small town. The house was modest and the only one and only treasure left behind by her parents. Her life went smoothly until the day she began seeing him……

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She woke up to the soft snoring sound of someone. Being the only person in the house, she was astonished at the sound. She peeked at the hallway saw nothing and turned back to face the mirror that gave a sudden reflection of moonlight. She adjusted the mirror and turned to go back to bed, when out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a figure standing in the hallway behind her with its eyes glowing. She turned back in an instant yet saw nothing. Thus, she concluded it as a fake bell and blamed the dim light for playing tricks on her.

The next day, Hannah walked up in the morning yawning and scratching her belly. After washing up, she went to the same hallway mirror and started brushing her hair, when she saw him again – clear as day – a boy standing in the same spot staring at her.

‘‘Good morning’’ a distance whispered echoed through the hallway petrifying her for the first time.

His eyes were dark and deep, emotionless yet with an unsettling familiarity. She froze. He was a mirror of her with eerily similar dark hair a little messy and pale skin yet it was still different from her.

Hannah was confused; she was terrified; and she had no idea of what was happening. She ignored the staring mirror image that hushed a comment which was inexplicably comforting.

Every now and then when she was in the house she heard the sound of footsteps or random laughter and chattering. No matter what she did there was something really familiar and unnervingly real about him.

She thought. She thought. She thought. She thought about it again and again. She finally came to the conclusion to face this unrealistic reality. She went to the mirror and stared at her as her inside was burning up with prostration.

‘‘Who are you’’ she muttered her body shaking, heart racing.

Gradually darkness piled up on them as it was way past the evening. The boy’s lips moved but no sound came. A shiver ran through the house as the boy twisted in a grotesque smile darkening the surroundings.

He said nothing but the dominance he has built up made Hannah’s stomach churn. As she looked at the boy's eyes, she could feel that something was wrong — she might even start to notice that she's the one different.The boy seemed like a distant figure, a memory, and she felt oddly disconnected from him

A few days abounded with unease and thought of something that is really not correctly flown by. The mirror boy kept haunting her, tormenting her giving cold spine runs and goosebumps every now and then.

Nevertheless, the fortune was not on her side. Before even Hannah knew it, her dark days turned worse. As she was walking down the hall, the boy appeared again; not in the mirror but standing in front of her.

He was no longer a reflection. What Hannah could only do is stare unable to react. She took a few steps backward, dawdled backwards as she screamed her lungs out.

‘‘What's the matter?’’ the distant crunched whisper reappeared soft and filled worry.

Nonetheless, Hanna didn’t need to hear anything. She crouched back to her feet, ran to her room and shut it loudly breathing fast and heavy; her mere shock cannot describe what happened just in the movement.

While she was in bed, she tried to think. She was tired of being flabbergasted to walk in her own house. She was tired of not being able to see no light in her life for ages. She was tired of this boy. Finally, she decided to dig in and uncover anything, just – anything – to figure out the situation.

She knew that asking the boy was useless. So the next day, she dug up her parents’ room and found nothing.

Then she ventured into the attic dumping through old family photos and dusty boxes for clues. As she was going through the boxes, she found toys and dolls that she had never used.

When she turned back from the toy boxes, she found all the boxes she scanned, moved aside just like on other days finding things moved from one place to another.

As she goes through toys, addled and nonplussed, she knew the boy also was staring but to her astound, she felt a sense of feelings of longing and emptiness. Ignoring the sensation,she kept looking for clues which succeeded after excavating a diary, in which she found a yellow envelope named ‘Hannah and Jacob’. It was old, the ink faded though it was supposed not to be found by anyone.

‘‘So they kept it here huh?’’ the boy's whisper came but then no one appeared.

Ignoring the sudden shock, she curiously opened the envelope to uncover the whole mystery in 1 hour.

After thinking for a while, she found out where the body of the boy was buried. She gazed as the boy stood in front of his grave filled with mixed emotions.

.....

Then, she woke up the next day, feeling a complete emptiness. The mirror on the wall, was a fixture, flooded with unnatural energy. As she looked at it, she saw a slightly gloomy face in the mirror that wasn't her’s but the boy’s. She hesitated for a moment.

‘‘ Why didn't you ever say good bye? You just left me alone.’’

She looked at the boy, tears piling up in her eyes.

‘‘ Don't say that. I'll always be right beside you’’ he said with a faint chuckle.

Then, she glanced deep into the mirror, her was hollow voice.

‘‘ But what if it's me who's haunting you all this time?’’

The End... :)