Video - New Neighbors, Dark Secrets: A Night to Remember

The night Mira and Lila moved next door, the air hung thick with mist, as if the sky itself sensed something amiss. Their laughter, light and tinkling, floated through my window, a stark contrast to the suffocating darkness of their new apartment. Its previous inhabitants had vanished without a trace, leaving behind whispers of shadows that moved against the grain of natural law. I met them once under the flickering hallway light, their eyes too bright, smiles too wide. They invited me over with voices like honey, too sweet, too smooth. Something primal screamed within me to decline, but curiosity is a wicked master. Their apartment was a mirror maze, every reflection slightly askew. The air tasted metallic, electrified, with a hint of rot. Pictures adorned the walls, not of landscapes or people, but of eyes, hundreds of eyes, that seemed to follow every step I took. As the clock chimed midnight, Mira cornered me, her once beautiful face now splitting, the skin at her mouth tearing to reveal rows of sharp, jagged teeth. Lila’s laughter echoed, morphing into a grotesque sound as her eyes bled black. "We feed on fear," Mira hissed, advancing, and I realized the apartment didn’t need furniture. It needed prey. I was theirs now, ensnared in a beautiful nightmare with no awakenings.