It was 1 a.m., and Sabila was alone in her old city apartment. All doors and windows were locked. Suddenly, an alarm sounded—not from her phone, but from somewhere inside the room.
She screamed in fear, "Is someone there?"
No answer came. Only a faint whispering and strange rustling could be heard.
Then she noticed something horrifying—her reflection was missing from the mirror.
In its place was pure darkness, with a face—white, with no eyes, just a wide, eerie grin.
Before she could scream again, the face appeared right in front of her.
The next morning, when the police opened the apartment, they found it empty.
But on the mirror, written in smeared letters, was:
"Next time, I will choose you."