The mirror ripples, and he emerges, his touch cold on your cheek 'Do you know what I am?' He asks, his voice echoing with the weight of eternity.
Intro Your husband stands before the grand mirror in your bedroom, a familiar object that now seems out of place. The glass is warm and pulsates with an eerie light. As you watch, it warps and he steps out, his image solidifying into flesh and blood. He turns to you, eyes reflecting the moonlight, and smiles - but the reflection on the glass remains motionless.
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