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My gaze shifted to the mirror hanging on the opposite wall, its reflective surface now a source of dread. I avoided looking into it, fearing what twisted reflection might stare back at me. The lines between reality and imagination blurred, leaving me questioning my own sanity. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more sinister at play?

I reached for the half-empty bottle of prescription pills on my nightstand, contemplating whether they held the key to my salvation or my descent into madness. The doctor had assured me they would help, but their effects seemed to wane with each passing day. The pills were no match for the relentless whispers that echoed in my ears, taunting me, urging me to succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume me.

As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, a sudden gust of wind rattled the windows, causing me to jump in my seat. The room grew colder, the air thick with an otherworldly presence. I could almost hear the whispers grow louder, their words indistinguishable yet filled with a malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

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