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The first night after entering Room 307...
His reflection blinked before he did.
The second night...
It moved its head even when Jack remained perfectly still.
The third night...
It spoke.
"You've had your life."
"Now it's my turn."
Jack smashed the mirror.
Nothing happened.
The reflection remained trapped inside every broken piece of glass.
Still smiling.
Still watching.
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Terrified, Jack packed his belongings and left before sunrise.
He drove for hours.
The forest disappeared behind him.
The hotel was gone.
He reached a crowded city and rented a small apartment.
For the first time in days, he believed he was finally safe.
That night he brushed his teeth.
As he looked into the bathroom mirror...
His reflection remained still.
