At exactly 2:17 AM, Aman woke up to the sound of his phone camera clicking.
Confused, he checked his phone. A new photo had appeared in his gallery.
It showed Aman sleeping in his bed.
His blood ran cold.
He was certain he hadn’t taken it.
Aman looked around the dark room. Everything seemed normal. Then another photo appeared.
This time, the picture showed him sitting on the bed, staring at his phone.
But Aman was still standing beside the bed.
He quickly turned toward the mirror.
Nothing.
Another camera click echoed through the room.
A third photo appeared.
It showed a pale woman standing directly behind him.
Aman spun around.
Nobody was there.
Suddenly, his phone screen went black. Then a final photo appeared.
The image showed Aman lying motionless on the floor.
Standing beside his body was the same pale woman.
At the bottom of the photo, one sentence appeared:
“You have one minute left.”
The clock changed to 2:17 AM again.
Aman tried to run, but the bedroom door wouldn’t open.
Then he heard breathing behind him.
Slowly, he turned.
The woman whispered, “Smile for the last photo.”
The camera clicked.
The next morning, Aman was gone.
His phone was found on the bed.
The gallery contained only one new picture—Aman's empty room, photographed from inside the mirror.
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