6 Alexandra View 【Fresh ◉】

When she looked back at the mirror, the girl was closer. She was mouthing words. Eliza leaned in, heart hammering. The girl’s lips formed a single, desperate sentence: “He didn’t leave. He went in.”

As the footsteps arrived at the door, the last thing Eliza saw was her reflection splitting in two: one version screaming, the other smiling, holding the door open for Arthur. 6 alexandra view

Inside, the air was thick with dust and the ghost of lavender polish. She ran a finger over the mahogany banister. Everything was preserved—a time capsule from 1985. Lydia’s knitting needles still impaled a half-finished scarf. The Radio Times on the coffee table advertised a Miss Marple adaptation. When she looked back at the mirror, the girl was closer