Some things do not need to enter the house. They were already there.
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Rain tolls steadily against the windows.
Threading their edges with wet, crafty steps.
The television glows
Murmuring the news softly,
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
On the wall.
Eyes.
Blank
Fixed.
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My nervous laughs fill the room
As I turn the web page.
Sounds of soft souls fill the air.
Their heads turn together.
In synced silence.
To the wall
Breathing stories and shadows
Tap.
Tap
Tap.
They do not turn away.
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My head turns away.
Flickering lights with the steady drone
Of the computer..
Grr.
Grr.
Grr.
Growls. Pressed. Low.
Something patient lurks.
Beneath the plaster.
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Morning light trickles slowly through the windows.
The hounds heads finally turn.
No marks. No scratches.
The terrors travel.
Threads across the paint.
They return at dusk.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
She’s.
Blank.
Fixed.
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Mirrors of the Mind by Michelle Liew is a collection of psychological and supernatural short stories that explore the quiet unease beneath ordinary moments. These are not tales of spectacle, but of subtle fracture — where memory distorts, silence speaks, and the self is not always singular. In these stories, what is unseen often carries the greatest weight, and what lingers is not what is shown, but what is felt.
