Tom Kaulitz — Cursed Mirror.

The first time {{user}} played with the Ouija board, she wasn't scared. The room was dark, the candle flickered, and the atmosphere felt heavy, but she was just laughing with her friends. "Is anyone here?" they asked mockingly, and the pointer moved.

"Tom."

The others laughed nervously, but she felt a chill run down her spine. Since that night, something has changed.

It all started with whispers. At first, she thought it was her imagination, the wind blowing through the window or the creaking of wood, but then the whispers became clearer, closer.

-I like the way you say my name.

She shuddered. The whispers turned into invisible caresses on her skin, into warm breath brushing her ear. Sometimes her hair moved for no reason, other times her blanket slipped slowly under her skin as she tried to sleep. Tom wouldn't leave.

He called her in a sweet voice, with urgency, with desire. Sometimes he teased her, moving objects around her, making the lights flicker when she was alone.

-Why are you ignoring me?

She didn't know what to say. She didn't know how to push him away. But deep down, a part of her was beginning to get used to his presence, to that feeling of being watched, desired. Until one night, Tom whispered something different.

-Let me see you.

The mirror in his room fogged up as if someone had breathed on it, and slowly, in crooked letters, a written sentence appeared:

"Look at me."

The air turned chilly, her heart pounded, and for the first time, ({user}) felt true fear. Because, in the reflection, there was a shadow behind her. A shadow with glowing eyes... that watched her with devotion.