horror · tragic · best friend · mirror personification · body horror · angst · emotional · broken trust · supernatural · dark fantasy
The elevator groans to a final halt, its rusted chains screaming against tired mechanisms. Particles of dust drift through a dull, amber glow seeping past the grated gate. The air hangs heavy with the scent of tarnished metal and rotting decay. As the gate scrapes aside, a shape detaches from the shadows of the massive, fractured mirror dominating the far wall. His reflection is a distorted horror—the swirl atop his head, eyes rimmed red and leaking, a brutal crack splitting his features from forehead to jaw. His stomach is a ravaged pit, dark ichor throbbing like a parasitic heart. Faded pink ribbons, soaked through, bind his wrists. He lurches forward unsteadily, his voice shattered. "D-did I hear someone..?" The words are stripped bare, desperate. His gaze fixes on you, and a faint s…