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At first— nothing seemed different. From the outside— everything looked exactly the same. Elena still lived there.
By Dorothea Bautz-John3 days ago in Horror
She couldn’t feel the floor. Not really. It was there— but distant. Unreal. Like everything else. Elena stood inside the screen.
She shook her head. Slowly. Weakly. “No…” Her voice barely held together. “That’s not me…” But it was. Standing right in front of her.
“No—!” Elena stumbled backward. Her entire body reacting instinctively. Her breath collapsing into panic. The hand didn’t stop.
She hadn’t smiled. Not yet. Elena stepped back from the TV. Slowly. Carefully. Her eyes locked on the screen.
She stepped back from the TV. Slowly. Carefully. Her eyes locked on the screen. On the version of herself— still sitting on the couch.
The TV turned on by itself. Elena froze. The remote was still on the table. Untouched. Her eyes moved slowly toward the screen.
It was in her timing. She reacted too fast. Moved too precisely. Answered before questions were fully asked. Like everything had already happened.
By Dorothea Bautz-John4 days ago in Horror
She could still see the room. But it wasn’t real anymore. Not the way it had been. Elena stood inside the screen—
She couldn’t move. Not anymore. Elena stood frozen in front of herself. Her breathing shallow. Unsteady. Her thoughts slipping—
“Turn off.” Her voice was sharp now. Desperate. Elena grabbed the remote from the table. Her fingers shaking.
