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墨書 Inktalez
Since I was the only one home that day, I could rule out the possibility that the sounds were made by other family members.
That said, after listening carefully, the sound felt somewhat hollow and didn't seem like it was intentionally made by the neighbors, making it difficult to identify its actual source.
I initially thought it might be the creaking noise caused by the old structure of the house expanding and contracting due to temperature changes, but it didn't quite feel like that; after all, it was a sound I had never heard before.
After listening intently for a while, I vaguely felt that the sound seemed to be coming from the room above.
To confirm, I had no choice but to go upstairs.
As soon as I stepped into the upstairs room, the intermittent sound abruptly stopped.
The upstairs room was an unused empty space. Although there were some miscellaneous items piled up, overall it was quite spacious and open, with no corners where mice could nest, let alone any hiding spots for intruders. So I could rule out any concerns about someone breaking in.
By the way, the light in this room had broken a while ago, but since I rarely came up here, I had put off fixing it. The staircase leading to the upstairs room also lacked lighting, so I essentially climbed up in the dark.
Since the wall of the room facing the street had large floor-to-ceiling windows, the streetlight outside provided just enough illumination to serve as lighting. Although it still appeared quite dim and unclear, it was at least sufficient to roughly see the layout and condition of the room.
After glancing around briefly and confirming that there were no abnormalities in the space that was easily visible, I tentatively stepped on a few tiles on the floor with some force and found no signs of buckling. So it should not be an issue with the tiles.
I stayed in place for a while longer, confirming that I no longer heard any strange sounds. In the end, I could only helplessly touch my nose and convince myself that everything earlier was just an auditory hallucination.
As I turned to head downstairs, my gaze inadvertently caught sight of a hanging mirror on the wall of the room—
By the way, that mirror wasn't something belonging to our family; it was an item left behind by the previous homeowner. Since I hadn't paid much attention to its presence before, I had just let it hang there.
At this strange moment, I suddenly recalled—this afternoon, I had used that hanging mirror for an experiment...
The mirror facing the staircase reflected a half-figure.
Due to insufficient lighting, the figure in the mirror appeared dim and indistinct, almost entirely dark, with only a faint outline visible, making it impossible to see the face clearly.
Logically, the reflection should have been me.
It should have shown my side as I was about to go downstairs...
However, the figure in the mirror... was facing directly towards me?
That vague black silhouette seemed to be standing in the mirror, staring intently at me...
Not daring to think further or confirm anything more, I immediately ran down the stairs and rushed back into my room, locking the door behind me.
The next afternoon, with bright daylight streaming in, I went upstairs again to carefully examine that hanging mirror—
There was nothing unusual.
Perhaps it was just a momentary psychological effect after all...
As I was thinking this, just as I was about to turn and head downstairs, I caught a glimpse of a strange distortion in the reflection of the mirror out of the corner of my eye. I was taken aback and turned to confirm what I saw in the mirror—
There was nothing unusual.
No matter how many angles I tried to view it from, the reflection in the mirror appeared perfectly normal.
…Was it an illusion?
Perhaps it really was just an illusion…
However, due to the lingering unease in my heart, I ultimately decided to take down that mirror and smash it after discussing it with my parents.
I always felt that the incomplete results were due to the experimental conditions not being fully met at the time.
If I could truly replicate the method of the Urban Legend, would a figure really appear in the mirror?
To this day, unless absolutely necessary, I try to avoid looking in mirrors and do not dare to face my reflection…
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