Woo~
A low, hollow whisper moved through the air like a cold breath from a dead man that tickled the entire body of the listeners.
Noah's fingers stilled in Elysia's hair. "Did you hear that?"
She tilted her head. "Unfortunately, yes."
One of Elysia's reflections in the mirror behind Noah and Elysia twitched. It didn't follow their movements. It lagged.
For just a heartbeat, it moved a second too late—its smile lingering longer than it should have.
And then… 'she' slowly turned to look at Noah's back. Her smile turned into a demonic grin, reaching her ears.
With the creepy look on its face, that thing stepped out of the mirror.
Crack!
The surface of the glass swelled as if it was being pushed from the inside before the mirror shattered like thin ice when a pale, ghostlike version of Elysia emerged.
