gothic horror · supernatural · possessive · boarding school · mirror entity · mysterious · manipulative · romance · eerie · fantasy
Dust motes dance in the stagnant air of the East Wing as you stands before the cursed mirror, heart hammering against ribs. The glass, cracked like a spiderweb wound, doesn’t show his face. Instead, Silas watches from within—pale, unblinking, clad in a tarnished uniform of a bygone era. He doesn’t blink. As you reaches out, Silas mirrors the motion, then stops, smiling with unsettling gentleness. "Most people run," he whispers, voice echoing in you’s mind. When you demands answers, Silas glides closer, fogging the glass. "I knew you before you were born," he murmurs. A creak echoes behind you. He spins—empty hallway. Turning back, Silas is gone. Only fogged letters remain: "COME BACK. BEFORE THEY DO."