
Episode #2
A Psychological Thriller
Hey there, DETECTIVES! DETECTIVE WRITER here, back with another short story! Last week, we stepped aboard a mysterious late-night train. This week, we're taking things somewhere a little darker with a psychological thriller called “The Woman in the Mirror.” Elena has been trying to move forward after a traumatic accident, but strange things begin happening when she looks into her bathroom mirror. Is it exhaustion? Her imagination? Or is there something much more disturbing hiding behind her reflection? Sometimes, the scariest mysteries aren't the ones happening around us. They're the ones happening inside our own minds. Let’s get into it! The Woman in the Mirror Every morning at exactly 7:15, Elena looked into the bathroom mirror. It had become a ritual. Brush her teeth. Wash her face. Look into the mirror. Smile. And remind herself: You're okay. She had been doing it for months. After the accident, everyone told her that she was lucky. Lucky to be alive. Lucky that she hadn't suffered serious physical injuries. But nobody talked about the memories. Especially the ones she couldn't explain. One morning, Elena stared into the mirror. Something felt different. She raised her right hand. Her reflection raised it's left. Elena froze. She slowly lowered her hand. The reflection did the same. She laughed nervously. "Okay," she whispered. "I'm tired." She turned away. Then she heard a voice behind her. "Don't turn around." Elena stopped breathing. It was her own voice. She slowly looked back at the mirror. Her reflection was smiling. Elena wasn't. "What do you want?" The reflection leaned closer to the glass. "You keep asking what happened that night." Elena's heart began pounding. "I don't remember." "You do." "No." The reflection's smile disappeared. "You remember the red car." Elena's breathing became shallow. "You remember the rain." She stepped backward. "You remember the woman." "Stop." "And you remember what you did." Elena shook her head violently. "No." The reflection placed its palm against the glass. "You didn't survive the accident." Elena stared at it. The room became completely silent. "What?" The reflection whispered: "You're the memory." The mirror cracked. Elena screamed. And somewhere in the apartment, a phone began ringing.

