HORROR STORY\

Unick and the Vanishing Reflection"

In the quiet town of Blackhollow, there was an old barbershop called Unick & Sons. The sign outside was faded, the chairs inside cracked with age, and the mirrors… well, the mirrors were the problem.

People whispered about old man Unick, the last of his line, who still worked there despite no customers coming in for years. His scissors were always sharp, his razors gleaming, but his reflection… it didn’t always match his movements.

One night, a curious teenager named Jake dared himself to peek inside. The door creaked open on its own. The air smelled like rust and something sour. Unick stood in the corner, his back turned, humming a tune that sounded like a choked scream.

"Need a trim, boy?" Unick rasped without facing him.

Jake’s breath hitched. "N-no, I just—"

Then he saw it. The mirrors.

Unick’s reflection wasn’t just delayed—it was wrong. It grinned too wide, its fingers too long, its eyes hollow pits. And as Jake watched in horror, the reflection stepped out of the glass.

The real Unick turned slowly, his face a blank mask. "Ah. You’ve met my other son."

The last thing Jake saw was his own reflection reaching out from the mirror—grabbing him—pulling him into the glass as Unick’s laughter echoed through the empty shop.

The next morning, the barbershop was silent. The mirrors showed nothing but darkness. And if you pressed your ear to the glass, you could hear faint scratching… like something trying to get out.

THE END.