The Reflection of Room 217
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Last published срд, апр. 30, 2025
When horror blogger Ava checks into the abandoned Room 217 of the Greystone Hotel, she's chasing ghost stories for content-but what she finds is far more real. An ornate mirror, untouched by time, holds more than just reflections. As the line between reality and nightmare begins to blur, Ava vanishes without a trace.
Now, fragments of her presence remain: broken glass, severed hair, strange pills, and a faceless photo. No one speaks of Room 217. But the mirror still waits-for someone new to look too long.
A chilling, atmospheric horror tale about obsession, perception, and the sinister secrets that hide in plain sight.
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