The Black Mirror
It reflects the room behind you—never the room you are in.
Four objects were recovered from a house with no recorded address. Each night, they move a little closer together.
It reflects the room behind you—never the room you are in.
Its flame leans toward whatever is approaching.
You feel it ring in your teeth at 3:13 a.m.
Warm to the touch. No known door accepts it.
It has appeared in every photograph since the collection arrived. Its distance from the camera is decreasing.