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The Visitors

Chapter One: Someone Wearing My Face

The first Visitor arrived on a Tuesday, which felt meaningless at the time. Abby would later learn that Tuesdays were when reflections felt thin, when the world seemed unsure of which side of the glass it belonged to. That night, rain dragged long fingers down her bedroom window, turning it into a dark, uneven mirror. Abby was halfway through changing when something in the reflection made her stop breathing.

Someone was standing behind her.

It was her. Not almost her—not close enough to be mistaken. It was exact. Same crooked posture. Same faint tremor in her hands. The reflection’s eyes lifted slowly and met Abby’s own.

“Oh my God,” Abby whispered. “This isn’t funny.”

The other Abby smiled, a careful stretch of lips that felt practiced. “You always say that when you’re scared,” it replied, its voice softer than it should’ve been.

Abby spun around, heart slamming so hard she felt dizzy. Her room was empty. When she turned back, the reflection showed only herself—wide-eyed, pale, shaking.

She backed away from the window, whispering, “That wasn’t me,” even as her reflection mouthed the same words a second too late.

---

Chapter Two: The Word That Spread

By morning, the town buzzed with rumors that felt too quiet to be safe. People spoke in low voices at coffee shops, avoided mirrors in public bathrooms, and stared too long at their reflections before looking away. Zack stayed in his room, curtains drawn, laptop glowing with forums and message boards.

“They’re calling them Visitors,” he muttered, scrolling. Video clips showed people waving at mirrors—and the mirrors waving back late.

His phone rang.

“Zack,” Tommy said, breathless. “I think someone’s outside my apartment.”

Zack sat upright. “What do you mean someone?”

“…It’s me.”

Zack closed his eyes. “Don’t open the door,” he said firmly. “No matter what it says.”

---

Chapter Three: Tommy’s Door

The knocking was gentle. Almost polite.

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The Visitors

Chapter One: Someone Wearing My Face

Someone was standing behind her.

It was her. Not almost her—not close enough to be mistaken. It was exact. Same crooked posture. Same faint tremor in her hands. The reflection’s eyes lifted slowly and met Abby’s own.

“Oh my God,” Abby whispered. “This isn’t funny.”

The other Abby smiled, a careful stretch of lips that felt practiced. “You always say that when you’re scared,” it replied, its voice softer than it should’ve been.

Abby spun around, heart slamming so hard she felt dizzy. Her room was empty. When she turned back, the reflection showed only herself—wide-eyed, pale, shaking.

She backed away from the window, whispering, “That wasn’t me,” even as her reflection mouthed the same words a second too late.

---

Chapter Two: The Word That Spread

“They’re calling them Visitors,” he muttered, scrolling. Video clips showed people waving at mirrors—and the mirrors waving back late.

His phone rang.

“Zack,” Tommy said, breathless. “I think someone’s outside my apartment.”

Zack sat upright. “What do you mean someone?”

“…It’s me.”

Zack closed his eyes. “Don’t open the door,” he said firmly. “No matter what it says.”

---

Chapter Three: Tommy’s Door

The knocking was gentle. Almost polite.

Tommy stood frozen in his hallway, staring at the door like it might blink. Each knock landed directly in his chest. When he leaned toward the peephole, his stomach dropped.

He was standing on the other side, eyes red-rimmed, mouth twitching with something between fear and hope.

“Please,” the Visitor said through the wood. “I just want to come home.”

Tommy shook his head, backing away. “You’re not real,” he whispered into his phone.

The knocking stopped.

Then a voice spoke from the kitchen behind him.

“Why are you running from yourself?”

---

Chapter Four: Alice and the Mirrors

Alice had always hated mirrors. Even as a kid, she avoided them, turning her face to the wall when brushing her teeth. “They remember things,” she once told Abby. “Things we don’t.”

Now, she covered every reflective surface in her house. Towels. Sheets. Aluminum foil. Her phone stayed face-down at all times.

Her Visitor didn’t care.

It waited in the sink.

When Alice leaned over to wash her hands, her reflection stared back from the water, eyes dull and unblinking.

“You drowned,” it said calmly. “I felt your lungs burn.”

Alice screamed and shut the faucet. “You’re lying,” she sobbed.

The water rippled, amused.

---

Chapter Five: Patterns in Static

Zack noticed patterns where others saw chaos. Every encounter happened between 2:11 and 2:17 a.m. Electronics failed. Static filled the air.

He replayed his laptop footage for the tenth time.

There he was, sitting at his desk.

And there he was again, standing behind himself.

The second Zack leaned toward the camera. “You watch us,” it said. “So we learned how to watch you.”

Zack slammed the laptop shut, whispering, “This isn’t random. It’s targeted.”

---

Chapter Six: Almost Dead

They met in Abby’s basement, the air thick with dust and fear. Zack laid out the truth.

“We all almost died,” he said. “Every single one of us.”

Tommy laughed weakly. “So what, death forgot us?”

Alice hugged her arms. “No,” she said quietly. “Something noticed us.”

Abby swallowed hard. “And it wants us back.”

---

Chapter Seven: Mrs. Calder

Mrs. Calder stopped blinking.

Abby noticed it first. She stood in her doorway for hours, smiling at nothing. When Abby waved, Mrs. Calder waved back—too late.

That night, police lights flooded the street. Mrs. Calder’s body was pulled from her bathtub.

The woman who returned home afterward smiled the same wrong smile.

“She didn’t leave,” Abby whispered. “The Visitor stayed.”

---

Chapter Eight: Rules That Hurt

They wrote rules on Abby’s wall in black marker.

No mirrors. No invitations. No conversations. No blood.

Tommy stared at the list. “So we just… exist?”

“For now,” Zack said. “Until we find a way to close the door.”

Alice added softly, “Or until they learn enough to replace us.”

---

Chapter Nine: Hunger

Zack’s Visitor appeared in his bathroom mirror, eyes hollow.

“I don’t want to be empty anymore,” it said. “I want your weight. Your pain.”

Zack shook his head. “You don’t get to take that.”

The Visitor smiled. “You already opened the door once.”

---

Chapter Ten: Cracks

Time slipped. Abby lost hours. Alice found water in sealed rooms. Tommy heard breathing where no one stood.

“They’re practicing,” Zack said.

Tommy swallowed. “Practicing being us.”

---

Chapter Eleven: The Crossing Place

They stood at the reservoir, water black and still.

“This is where we almost died,” Alice whispered.

Abby’s reflection rose from the surface. “You were never meant to survive,” it said gently.

The water began to move.

---

Chapter Twelve: Learning Pain

The Visitors screamed at night, testing emotion. Crying. Laughing. Loving.

Each imitation felt sharper.

“They’re becoming real,” Abby said.

Zack corrected her. “They’re becoming convincing.”

---

Chapter Thirteen: Tommy’s Choice

When the Visitor lunged for Abby, Tommy stepped forward.

“I know what it’s like to feel empty,” he said.

The Visitor hesitated.

Tommy stepped into the water.

---

Chapter Fourteen: Silence

The water stilled. Mirrors went quiet.

Abby screamed Tommy’s name until her voice broke.

He never came back.

---

Chapter Fifteen: What Stayed

Reflections blinked wrong. Shadows lagged.

“We didn’t win,” Abby said.

Zack nodded. “We delayed it.”

---

Chapter Sixteen: The Lie of Victory

Life looked normal again.

But the Visitors were patient.

And patience was worse than hunger.

---

Chapter Seventeen: The Second Tuesday

A year later, Abby passed a store window.

Her reflection smiled first.

“Miss me?” it whispered.

Abby kept walking.

The glass watched her leave.

End.

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