The Haunting of Room 13

 The Grand Crescent Hotel had been abandoned for years. Locals avoided it, speaking in whispers about Room 13 — a room sealed off after a series of mysterious disappearances. Most called it superstition, but Mira, ever curious, didn’t believe in ghosts… until the night she walked through the fog-laden streets toward the hotel.

The doors groaned under her push. Inside, the air was thick with decay and something else — a metallic tang she couldn’t place. The hallways stretched endlessly, lit by the faint flicker of broken chandeliers. Every step echoed like a scream.

Finally, she reached Room 13. Its door was blackened, the number barely visible. With trembling hands, she turned the doorknob. Ice shot through her fingers. The room smelled of old blood and damp stone. In the center, the mirror stood. Its surface was cracked, speckled with age, but what drew her closer was the feeling it gave her: it was alive.

At first, her reflection mimicked her movements. Then it paused. Her eyes widened as the figure in the mirror smiled first, a cruel, knowing smile. Its eyes weren’t hers — black pits that seemed to stare into her very soul.

“Come closer…” the mirror whispered, a voice inside her head.

Mira’s legs froze. She wanted to run but couldn’t. Her reflection raised its hand. Slowly. Menacingly. She tried to look away, but her eyes were glued. The reflection’s lips parted in a silent scream… and then the air around her thickened, like she was sinking into water.

Suddenly, the reflection reached out of the mirror. Its fingers grazed her face — cold, sharp, burning. Mira screamed, but no sound escaped her lips. She felt herself pulled forward, as if the mirror was swallowing her.

Her own eyes stared back at her from inside the glass. The reflection’s smile widened, and she realized with terror: it wasn’t her reflection anymore — it was her soul trapped, screaming silently inside the mirror.

Outside, the hotel doors were silent. Room 13 waited patiently, the mirror’s surface smooth again, as if nothing had happened… waiting for the next curious soul.

Some say, if you stare too long into the Grand Crescent Hotel’s Room 13, you can still see her — screaming silently from behind the glass.