The Secret of the Black Butterfly
I sat on my bed, my breath uneven, my eyes still locked on the mirror. Everything looked normal now, but that voice… that smile… No, this wasn't just my imagination.
I shouldn't have opened that door.
Slowly, I stood up, my legs still trembling. My gaze shifted to the closet door—which was now closed, as if it had never been open just moments ago. I swallowed hard, then took a hesitant step forward… only to freeze when I heard it again.
Knock.
Just one. Soft. But it was coming from inside.
I bit my lip, forcing myself not to scream. No, no, no… this isn't real.
But before I could even think, the handle started to turn.
I stood frozen, watching as it moved slowly, like someone was trying to open it from the inside. I couldn't move. I couldn't even breathe.
Then… it stopped.
Everything stopped. Even the air in the room felt unnaturally still.
But I knew… I was not alone.
And then, something else appeared on the mirror.
A word… scratched in strange handwriting, as if someone had written it on fogged glass.
"Don't open the door."
I gasped, taking a step back, my eyes widening. Who wrote this? How?
But the more important question was…
What happens if I don't listen?
To be continued…