ARMOIRE

You ease the doors of the awful armoire shut. There’s a brief moment of resistance, as if something within is pushing back against you. Ignoring the quiet giggles from behind the door, you apply just a touch more pressure, and the doors click shut. Your heart rate spikes at a sudden movement in front of you, before you realize it’s your own reflection. You only have a moment to calm yourself before your reflection lifts its hand and points to the left, imploring you to investigate what’s over there.

FOLLOW ALONG

You slowly walk over to the left, but find nothing. You’re about to brush off the entire reflection fiasco when you’re enveloped by a bone-chilling coldness! Quick, call someone over and have them scan below to see if they can feel it as well!