I sat up in my bed, breathing heavily, my hands still trembling. Was that just a dream? Or… something more?
I looked around—my room was the same, nothing seemed out of place… except for one thing.
The closet door was open.
No, no, no… this was impossible.
I froze, staring into the dark void inside the closet. There was no passage, no strange figure—just my clothes, exactly as they should be.
But I knew… I felt… that something had changed.
Swallowing hard, I got up slowly, my bare feet pressing against the cold floor. I stepped closer to the closet, as if it might lunge at me at any moment. My trembling hand touched the door, pushing it slightly…
Then—a faint sound echoed through the room.
"Iris…"
I gasped, stumbling back, my spine hitting the wall. No, it couldn't be! It was the same voice… the same whisper!
But this time, it was different. It wasn't coming from the closet.
It was coming from behind me.
Slowly, I turned, my hair brushing against my face, my heart pounding wildly. And then I saw it.
In my mirror's reflection, someone was standing behind me.
Not a shadow, not a trick of the light. Someone was there—clear as day.
But the thing that made my blood run cold…
Was that they looked exactly like me.
To be continued…