Аудиои муштаракшуда

Lena lived alone in a tiny apartment. One rainy night, while brushing her teeth, she glanced at the mirror—and froze. Her reflection smiled… but she hadn’t. Her heart raced. She stepped back, but the reflection waved. She didn’t. A cold, soft whisper echoed from the glass: “You can’t leave.” She spun around. The room was empty. No one. Only the sound of rain against the window. Slowly, trembling, she looked back. The reflection… was gone. Relieved, she turned away. But then, a hand touched her s