The Whispering Room - Part Two: The Impostor

 

The Whispering Room 
Part Two: The Impostor

Days passed.

The girl who came out of the mirror now living as Lina acted like nothing had changed. She laughed, played, and hugged her parents. But something was off.

She never blinked.

She stared at her mother for too long. She smiled at strangers even when no one was talking. The dog barked and growled whenever she walked by.

One night, her mother came into Lina’s room and found her talking to the mirror. Alone.
She said, “Stop staring at me. You had your chance.”

Her mother asked, “Who are you talking to?”
Lina replied without turning, “No one. Just my reflection.”

Meanwhile, the real Lina was still trapped inside the mirror. She screamed until her throat hurt. She pounded the glass until her knuckles bled.

But no one heard her.

Time passed differently inside the mirror. One day felt like weeks. She didn’t eat, didn’t sleep. But she never died. The mirror kept her alive so she could suffer.

Then one day, something strange happened.

A small boy entered the room.

He looked no older than six. He stared at the mirror, his eyes wide.

He whispered, “Are you... stuck?”

Lina nodded quickly.

The boy leaned in. “I live next door. I’ve seen you in my dreams. I think I can help.”

He ran out and returned with something wrapped in a cloth: a hammer.

Lina backed away as he raised it.

CRACK!

He hit the mirror once.

CRACK!

Again.

On the third strike, the glass shattered.

But...

Lina fell out of the mirror, gasping for breath. Free at last.

But something was wrong.

The room was cold, dusty, and the whole house looked abandoned. Cobwebs. Mold on the walls. Broken windows.

She rushed downstairs no lights, no furniture, just silence. A newspaper lay on the floor, yellowed and torn.

The headline read:
“Family Found Dead in Fire  Daughter’s Body Missing”
Date: 20 Years Ago.

Lina's heart sank.

She wasn’t saved.

She had been dead this whole time.

And the girl who took her place?

She was never a reflection.

She was the original Lina, the real soul who lived in the house before the fire, before Lina’s family even moved in. She was using the mirror to find a new body again and again.

And Lina was just her latest victim.

The little boy stood by the broken mirror. His eyes turned black.

He smiled.

“Now it’s my turn.”

Behind him, dozens of mirrors in the shadows began to glow.

And from each one...

...someone else was watching.