No one knew when the old photo frame appeared in the abandoned house at the edge of town. It looked ordinary—dark wood, cracked glass—but anyone who stared into it for too long
felt an unbearable chill.
Ravi, a curious blogger, decided to uncover its secret. When he wiped the dusty glass, the reflection inside didn’t show his room—it showed a narrow corridor drenched in darkness. At the end of it stood a door slowly opening by itself. Ravi felt his heart race, but he couldn’t
look away.
That night, strange things began to happen. Whispers echoed through his room, calling his name. Each time Ravi glanced at the
frame, the corridor inside grew closer, clearer, as if pulling him in. On the third night, he saw himself inside the frame—standing at the doorway, pale and lifeless.
Terrified, Ravi tried to smash the frame, but his hands froze in mid-air. The glass rippled like water and dragged him inside. The next morning, the house was silent again.
The frame remained on the wall, now displaying a new image—a man trapped forever, waiting for the next soul to look too closely.
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