The Wrong Shadow

The Wrong Shadow
Daniel lived alone in a small apartment. It wasn’t much, but it was quiet—until the night he noticed something strange.

As he walked past the hallway mirror, he stopped. Something felt… off. He turned back and stared at his reflection. It looked normal.

But then, he saw it.

His shadow on the floor wasn’t moving.

Daniel lifted his arm. His reflection copied him perfectly, but the shadow remained frozen in place. A cold chill ran down his spine.

Then, slowly, the shadow moved—but not like him. It straightened, taller, its shape shifting, twisting.

Daniel took a step back. The shadow took a step forward.

And then, before his eyes, it pulled itself free from the floor.

It grinned.

The lights flickered, and Daniel barely had time to scream before the shadow lunged.

The next morning, his neighbors found his apartment empty.

But when the sunlight hit the mirror, a new shadow was there—one that didn’t belong to anyone.

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The Knock at the Window
Liam lived on the 12th floor of his apartment building. No balcony. No fire escape. Just a single window overlooking the empty street below.

One night, as he lay in bed scrolling through his phone, he heard it.

Knock. Knock.

Slow. Deliberate. Coming from the window.

His stomach tightened. He turned his head, expecting to see a bird or maybe a tree branch.

But there was nothing outside. Just darkness.

Then—Knock. Knock.

Liam sat up, his breath shallow. He grabbed his phone and turned on the flashlight, aiming it at the glass.

For a second, there was nothing. Just his reflection staring back.

Then, behind him, something moved.

A figure. Pale skin. Hollow eyes. Grinning.

Liam spun around—nothing was there.

His heart pounded as he turned back to the window.

His reflection was still staring at him.

But now, it was smiling.

And it slowly raised a hand—

Knock. Knock.