Picutan

Title: The Whispering Glass
Genre: Psychological Horror, Supernatural
Length: ~3-4 minutes
[Opening Scene: A dimly lit, dusty antique shop.]

(Camera pans across old trinkets, faded portraits, and forgotten relics. The focus shifts to a peculiar old mirror, framed in intricate silverwork, resting against a shelf. There's an unsettling stillness in the air.)

NARRATOR (V.O.)
There are things that look back at you, but don't belong to this world. Things that lie in wait—patiently—until you see them... and then, they're never gone.

(A young woman, Olivia, enters the shop. She’s in her late twenties, dressed casually. She walks slowly, captivated by the oddities around her. Her gaze falls on the mirror.)

OLIVIA (to herself)
What is that?

(She approaches the mirror. The air around her grows cold. The shopkeeper, an elderly man, watches from a distance, an unreadable expression on his face.)

SHOPKEEPER
That... is not something to be taken lightly.

(Olivia looks at the shopkeeper, puzzled.)

OLIVIA
Why? It's just a mirror.

SHOPKEEPER
It’s not just a mirror, miss. It shows more than what's in front of it... sometimes things we shouldn't see.

(Olivia is skeptical but curious. She reaches for the mirror, feeling an odd pull. As her fingers touch the glass, the reflection begins to flicker like static.)

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Some mirrors trap us in our own reflection. Others, they show us something else. Something from a time long past... or perhaps, from a place where we don’t belong.

(Suddenly, the reflection changes—Olivia sees herself, but her reflection doesn’t move in sync with her. It’s a few seconds behind, like it’s struggling to catch up. Olivia jerks her hand back, startled.)

OLIVIA (breathing heavily)
What the hell?

(She steps back, eyes wide. Her reflection in the mirror slowly lifts a hand, mirroring her own action—but with an eerie delay. Olivia shudders.)

SHOPKEEPER (quietly, almost a warning)
It’s too late now. It’s already seen you.

(The reflection of Olivia in the mirror starts to smile. A slow, unnatural grin spreads across her face, wide and wrong, as if the reflection is enjoying something she isn’t aware of. Olivia recoils, stepping back further.)

OLIVIA (voice trembling)
No... this is... this is just a trick. It’s not real.

(The reflection starts moving independently now—its smile widening into something grotesque. It raises a hand, almost as if to reach through the mirror, and the reflection’s eyes darken to black pits.)

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Mirrors are a gateway. But what do they reflect, when there’s no one left to look?

(Olivia turns to run, but the shop is now distorted—elongated, like it’s bending in on itself. She faces the exit, but the door seems impossibly far away. Her breath quickens as the reflection in the mirror now whispers something inaudible.)

OLIVIA (shouting)
What do you want from me?!

(The whispering stops. For a moment, everything is still. The mirror’s reflection changes again—this time, the room behind Olivia is visible in the glass, but there’s a figure standing in it. The figure is a dark silhouette, moving slowly toward her.)

SHOPKEEPER (quietly, as if resigned)
It doesn’t let go. Once it takes you... it follows.

(Olivia turns to see the figure closing in on her. She runs toward the door, but as she opens it, the hallway beyond is a mirror-image of the shop she’s in. The figure from the mirror now stands at the entrance, blocking her escape.)

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Some things don’t want to be seen... until they are.

(Olivia’s reflection, still in the mirror, laughs—a low, guttural sound. The figure from the reflection steps out of the glass and into the real world. The last thing Olivia hears is the echo of that laugh.)

[Final Shot: The antique shop is empty. The mirror sits in its place, untouched, with only a faint, sinister smile reflected in the glass.]

NARRATOR (V.O.)
And sometimes... you can never escape your reflection.

End