The Lurking Reflection: A Vlogger's Unseen Encounter

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The night was as dark as the void it seemed to embrace. The city of Evershade was a labyrinth of neon lights and shadowy corners, a place where the line between the living and the unseen was as thin as the veil of mist that clung to the cobblestone streets. It was in this eerie atmosphere that the young vlogger, Alex, decided to explore the old, abandoned Asylum on the hill, a place rumored to be haunted by the spirits of those who had met their end within its cold, stone walls.

Alex had always been drawn to the macabre, the stories of the supernatural that whispered through the night. With a camera in hand and a microphone clipped to his shirt, he set out to capture the essence of the eerie for his growing audience. The plan was simple: live stream his exploration, engage with the viewers, and uncover the secrets that lay hidden within the Asylum's forgotten halls.

The Asylum was a sprawling structure, its windows long since boarded up, and its doors locked tight. Alex approached the entrance cautiously, his flashlight cutting through the darkness, casting long, eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of decay, a testament to the building's age and the stories that had unfolded within its walls.

As he stepped inside, the camera's lens captured the first glimpses of the Asylum's interior. The walls were adorned with peeling paint and the faint outline of faded portraits, each one a silent witness to the horror that had taken place. Alex's voice was steady as he narrated his journey, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of life.

Suddenly, the camera's lens caught something unexpected—a reflection. It was a ghostly image, a shadowy figure that seemed to be watching Alex from the corner of the room. The reflection was fleeting, but it was enough to send a shiver down Alex's spine. He quickly turned to the camera, his expression one of shock and disbelief.

"Whoa, check this out!" Alex exclaimed, his voice barely above a whisper. "There's a reflection over there! It's like someone's watching us!"

The viewers on the live stream erupted into a mix of shock and excitement. Some were skeptical, while others were eager to see what would happen next. Alex, however, was not one to be deterred. He moved closer to the reflection, his flashlight beam cutting through the darkness.

As he approached, the reflection seemed to grow larger, more solid. It was a woman, her face obscured by a veil of mist. She moved with a grace that seemed unnatural, her eyes piercing through the darkness, fixing Alex with a gaze that sent a chill down his spine.

"Who are you?" Alex asked, his voice trembling. "What do you want?"

The woman did not respond. Instead, she began to move towards Alex, her steps echoing through the empty halls. The viewers on the live stream watched in horror as the vlogger's silhouette became increasingly smaller, consumed by the ghostly figure.

"Alex, what's happening?" one of the viewers shouted. "Run!"

But it was too late. The ghostly woman reached out, her hands passing through Alex's body as if he were made of smoke. The camera lens captured the moment—the vlogger's eyes widening in shock, his expression frozen in time.

The live stream went silent. The viewers were frozen, their hearts pounding in their chests. The camera, still rolling, captured the ghostly woman's hand, reaching out towards the vlogger's reflection once more.

And then, it happened. The reflection shattered, and the ghostly woman vanished. The camera lens focused on Alex, who was now standing alone in the empty hall. He turned to the camera, his eyes wide with fear and confusion.

"What just happened?" he whispered. "Who was that?"

The viewers on the live stream were silent. They had seen the events unfold, and they knew that what they had witnessed was real. The live stream was soon flooded with messages of concern and disbelief.

Alex, realizing that he was not alone in this encounter, decided to continue his exploration. He moved deeper into the Asylum, his flashlight cutting through the darkness, casting long shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the echoes of his footsteps seemed to be the only sound in the empty halls.

As he reached the heart of the Asylum, he found himself in a large, dimly lit room. The walls were adorned with photographs of the patients who had once called this place home. Alex's eyes scanned the images, searching for any clues that might explain the ghostly encounter.

Suddenly, he noticed something odd—a reflection in one of the photographs. It was a woman, her eyes fixed on him. Alex approached the photograph, his flashlight illuminating the image. The woman's eyes seemed to follow him, her gaze intense and piercing.

"Who are you?" Alex asked, his voice trembling. "Why are you watching me?"

The woman did not respond. Instead, she began to move towards the photograph, her steps echoing through the room. Alex stepped back, his heart pounding in his chest. The woman reached out, her hand passing through the glass of the photograph as if it were no more than a sheet of paper.

And then, the photograph shattered. The ghostly woman vanished, leaving behind only the broken glass and the haunting image of her eyes. Alex turned to the camera, his expression one of fear and confusion.