All the mirrors in the house shattered at the same time.
The loud crash went from sharp to terrifying. It wasn't just one mirror; it was a perfectly synchronized crash of every mirror in the house.
Amalia was reclining in her armchair, enjoying her rich morning coffee and watching the weather forecast on television. She quickly placed her cup on the ornate living room table and felt a chill run through her, freezing her deepest thoughts. She couldn't find a plausible cause for such a terrible event.
When she approached the bedroom, she saw her mirror reduced to thousands of fragments on the floor, but something strange was happening: none of them reflected her face, or even any part of her body.
On the wooden floor, a thousand fragments of the hallway mirror reflected the morning light, but not a single fragment reflected her face. It was as if the glass had shattered, but also absorbed all the light and the image. She tried to look at herself in one of the larger pieces. Nothing. Only the wall behind her, distorted and broken.A knot formed in her stomach. "This isn't possible," she whispered.
She went to the bathroom. The mirror above the sink was in a perfect mosaic of breakage, still in its frame, but the mercury seemed to have completely vanished from the inside of the shards. As she approached, she realized something worse. Not only were they not reflecting her, but the frames were empty. There was no wall reflected behind the glass, no shadow. Only absolute blackness, as if each mirror had become a window onto nothingness.
As she backed away, she felt the urge to look over her shoulder, an unmistakable feeling that she was no longer alone. There was something in that house with her now, something that didn't need mirrors to see her, and whose silence was louder than any scream. She realized that the mirrors hadn't been broken by an external force; they had been broken to clear the way.
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Todos los espejos de la casa se rompieron al mismo tiempo.
Aquel estruendo tan grande pasò de ser agudo a aterrador. No fue un solo espejo, fue un estruendo perfectamente sincronizado de todos los espejos de la casa.
Amalia, se encontraba recostada a su sillón deleitando su rico café matutino y observando las noticias del tiempo en el televisor.
Rápidamente dejo su taza en la mesa de la sala, la que tiene muchos adornos, y fue sintiendo un escalofrío que le helaba hasta los más profundos pensamientos. No encontraba causa probable para tal atroz evento.
Cuando se acercó a la habitación, pudo ver su espejo convertido en miles de fragmentos en el piso, pero algo curioso ocurría, ninguno reflejaba su rostro, ni siquiera alguna parte de su cuerpo.
En el suelo de madera, un millar de fragmentos del espejo del pasillo reflejaban la luz de la mañana, pero ningún fragmento reflejaba su rostro. Era como si el cristal se hubiera roto, pero también hubiera absorbido toda la luz y la imagen. Intentó verse en uno de los trozos más grandes. Nada. Solo la pared detrás de ella, distorsionada y quebrada.Un nudo se le formó en el estómago. "Esto no es posible," susurró.
Fue al baño. El espejo sobre el lavabo estaba en un mosaico perfecto de rotura, aún en el marco, pero el azogue parecía haber desaparecido por completo de la parte interior de los pedazos. Al acercarse, se dio cuenta de algo peor. No solo no la reflejaban a ella, sino que los marcos estaban vacíos. No había una pared reflejada detrás del cristal, ni una sombra. Solo una negrura absoluta, como si cada espejo se hubiera convertido en una ventana a la nada.
Mientras retrocedía, sintió el impulso de mirar por encima de su hombro, una sensación inconfundible de que ya no estaba sola. Había algo en esa casa con ella ahora, algo que no necesitaba espejos para verla, y cuyo silencio era más fuerte que cualquier grito. Se dio cuenta de que los espejos no se habían roto por una fuerza externa; se habían roto para abrir el camino.
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