The Darkness Within A Broken Mirror

Chapter 1

Once at a time there's a Man named Jack who had a peculiar hobby of recording his everyday life using a POV camera.

One fateful night, as Jack slept soundly in his bed, the POV camera lying on the nightstand next to him suddenly turned on by itself.

The room was engulfed in darkness, with only the faint glow of the camera's recording light illuminating the space. Suddenly, the TV in the room flickered to life with a deafening noise that sent shivers down Jack's core. Startled, he reached for the camera, his heart pounding in his chest. "What the heck was that?" He mumbled to himself. Heart racing as he clutched his chest.

As he pointed the camera towards the TV screen, he saw a very thin, eerie figure with a bright, unsettling smile slowly grinding across the screen.

Jack's blood ran cold as he witnessed the figure start smacking its face against the screen, each impact cracking the glass with a bone-chilling sound while emitting horrifying screams that echoed through the room.

In a panic, Jack grabbed the camera and bolted out of bed, the figure now breaking through the TV screen and lurching towards him with a malevolent grin.

He ran through his house, the camera capturing glimpses of the shadowy figure chasing him relentlessly, its twisted smile haunting his every step.

Glancing back, Jack saw the figure peeking around corners, its half-formed visage sending a wave of terror through him. He cautiously slowed his pace, keeping a wary eye on the creature, only for it to suddenly dart towards him in eerie silence, giving Jack the jump scare of his life.

With a jolt, Jack woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air as he realized it was all just a nightmare.

The POV camera lay dormant on the nightstand, its red recording light casting an ominous glow in the dark room. Jack shuddered, wondering if the line between dreams and reality had blurred that night, leaving him to question what horrors truly lurked in the shadows of his mind.

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As Jack went about his day, the events of the night lingered in the back of his mind like a dark cloud. Despite trying to shake off the unsettling dream, a feeling of unease followed him wherever he went.

When night fell once again, Jack found himself unable to resist the urge to revisit the footage recorded by his POV camera.

With a sense of trepidation, Jack scrolled through the files on his phone, each video and photo a potential reminder of the chilling nightmare he had experienced.

And then, there it was-a file he had no memory of recording, labeled with a timestamp from the previous night.

Heart pounding, Jack opened the file, only to have his breath catch in his throat. The screen displayed a series of blurry, distorted images, each frame revealing a shadowy, unsettling figure that sent a chill down his spine.

It was the same figure that had haunted his dreams, its twisted smile and hollow eyes staring back at him from the screen.

As Jack zoomed in on the photos, the details of the creature became clearer yet no less terrifying. The figure appeared to be a distorted, nightmarish being, its features contorted into a grotesque grin that seemed to mock Jack's every fear. "What the hell is this thing? Why does it keep haunting me like this?" He mumbled, trembling while holding the camera.

Each image captured a fleeting glimpse of the creature as it chased him down the hallway in his dream, a spectral presence that now seemed all too real in the digital images.

A cold sweat broke out on Jack's brow as he realized that what he had dismissed as a mere nightmare was now staring back at him from his phone, a tangible reminder of the horrors that lurked in the shadows of his own home.

With a trembling hand, he closed the file, the images burned into his memory, a haunting reminder that some nightmares are more than just figments of the imagination-they are glimpses into a darkness that may be closer than he ever dared to imagine.

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As the weekend arrived, Jack decided to take a break from his photography work and spend time with his friends to distract himself from the unsettling events of the past week.

Feeling a sense of loneliness creeping in as he observed the vibrant social lives of those around him, Jack welcomed the opportunity to engage in some much-needed camaraderie.

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Gathering with his friends for dinner, they chatted and laughed, the lively atmosphere providing a temporary reprieve from the shadows that had haunted Jack's thoughts. "Dude I heard there was a death that happened near Jacks neighborhood" one of his friends named Daniel spoke up. "No way, Jack did u notice anything about that? I heard it occurred at 1:26am on May 27th." His friend, Joseph, nudged Jack, who was in deep thought about that same night where he was haunted by the shadows within. "Hey man you good?" His other friend, Stan look at him worried.

"I can't believe the authorities didn't get any evidence. They say it's a mystery or in other words, paranormal. Poor guy lost his head in the hallway while he was running... Like something bit his head off I mean." Daniel joked and snickered, seeing everyone shocked and scared while Jack remained silent.

Even though the authorities were baffled by the lack of evidence surrounding the case, leaving the matter unresolved and shrouded in uncertainty. Strangely enough, the timing of the incident coincided with the night of Jack's haunting nightmare.

Despite the eerie coincidence, Jack tried to push aside any thoughts of a connection between the two events, choosing instead to focus on the present moment and enjoy the company of his friends.

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As the days passed, subtle disturbances began to seep into Jack's dreams, disjointed visions and fleeting glimpses that left him unsettled but without a clear link to the events unfolding in his waking life.

As Jack navigated the delicate balance between reality and the realm of the subconscious, he couldn't shake the feeling that a veil of darkness loomed over him, casting a shadow that blurred the lines between dreams and reality.

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With each passing night, the boundary between the two worlds grew thinner, leading Jack down a path where the threads of his nightmares began to intertwine with the threads of his waking life, weaving a tapestry of uncertainty and unease that threatened to unravel his sense of security once and for all.

Jack wakes up again with a little yelp, sweating and breathing heavily while clutching his chest. Awoken from another nightmare yet again. "I can't do this anymore!!" He shouted, clutching his head as he hyperventilate. Feeling a cold touch on his shoulder, his heart stops. Looking behind him but sees nothing but a shadow.

It's hard to tell whether there was a figure there or not, but to Jack it's very clear. "Holy shit am I dreaming?" He whispered.

With a low growl, the shadow grew teeth, sharp curvy ones as it opens it mouth and attacks Jack, causing a mechanical crackle as the jaws on his skin slowly progress.

Waking up again, this time in real life as the sun was shining, another day. Seeing his camera beeping, it captures another film yet again.

He clutched his shaking hands and sighed heavily. "That felt so real." He mumbled and looked around his room, only to feel a sharp pain on his shoulder. Getting up to look at the mirror, he saw his shirt bloody on his shoulder.

"What happened here?" He mumbled and removed his bloody stained shirt only to reveal a bite mark, almost like it was trying to bite his skin right off.

Looking at the file containing the date again, seeing the thing that almost killed him made his face pale.

"I-It can't be.." was all he mumbled out.

"June 4th, 2005."