Blair Bathory

The way they hesitated before answering simple questions. The way their eyes would sometimes linger too long. They were studying how to act human. The way they stopped dreaming. And then, one by one they moved away and cut ties with the family. They never came home for the holidays. They never seemed to miss us. Blank hadn't saved them, he had replaced them.

Somewhere out there, the real Eve, Mary and Claire, were still missing. And last night, after all these years, I heard a sound outside my window. Tap, tap, tap. And when I looked, Eve was sitting on the broken tree branch, smiling. If something looks like you, talks like you, is it still you? Would you notice if someone you knew had been replaced? Do you know someone who was?

Somewhere out there, the real Eve, Mary and Claire, were still missing. And last night, after all these years, I heard a sound outside my window. Tap, tap, tap. And when I looked, Eve was sitting on the broken tree branch, smiling. If something looks like you, talks like you, is it still you? Would you notice if someone you knew had been replaced? Do you know someone who was?

Somewhere out there, the real Eve, Mary and Claire, were still missing. And last night, after all these years, I heard a sound outside my window. Tap, tap, tap. And when I looked, Eve was sitting on the broken tree branch, smiling. If something looks like you, talks like you, is it still you? Would you notice if someone you knew had been replaced? Do you know someone who was?

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Tell us your story by sending us an email at somethingscaryatsnarl.com Did you get a t-shirt or a blanket at our merch sale? Send us a photo of yourself and your new Something Scary merch and we'll post it on IG. They say the mind is the first to betray you, but sometimes it's your own reflection that lies. Like in this story written by Sarah.

Tell us your story by sending us an email at somethingscaryatsnarl.com Did you get a t-shirt or a blanket at our merch sale? Send us a photo of yourself and your new Something Scary merch and we'll post it on IG. They say the mind is the first to betray you, but sometimes it's your own reflection that lies. Like in this story written by Sarah.

It began with a glimpse, a fleeting shadow caught in the periphery of Eleanor Chang's vision. But it lingered. It was there, then gone, like the whisper of a thought you couldn't quite recall. She told herself it was exhaustion, the kind that piled up from late nights at the office. Stress from work deadlines, the weight of long commutes. She ignored it.

It began with a glimpse, a fleeting shadow caught in the periphery of Eleanor Chang's vision. But it lingered. It was there, then gone, like the whisper of a thought you couldn't quite recall. She told herself it was exhaustion, the kind that piled up from late nights at the office. Stress from work deadlines, the weight of long commutes. She ignored it.

It began with a glimpse, a fleeting shadow caught in the periphery of Eleanor Chang's vision. But it lingered. It was there, then gone, like the whisper of a thought you couldn't quite recall. She told herself it was exhaustion, the kind that piled up from late nights at the office. Stress from work deadlines, the weight of long commutes. She ignored it.

The hollow, gnawing feeling that something was wrong had to be her imagination. But the unease didn't fade. It festered. The first real encounter came unexpectedly. Eleanor had just stepped into the office, her coworker, Daniel, waving at her with that too friendly enthusiasm, his grin a little too wide. Back again? He asked, eyes squinting with an odd confusion. I just saw you leave.

The hollow, gnawing feeling that something was wrong had to be her imagination. But the unease didn't fade. It festered. The first real encounter came unexpectedly. Eleanor had just stepped into the office, her coworker, Daniel, waving at her with that too friendly enthusiasm, his grin a little too wide. Back again? He asked, eyes squinting with an odd confusion. I just saw you leave.

The hollow, gnawing feeling that something was wrong had to be her imagination. But the unease didn't fade. It festered. The first real encounter came unexpectedly. Eleanor had just stepped into the office, her coworker, Daniel, waving at her with that too friendly enthusiasm, his grin a little too wide. Back again? He asked, eyes squinting with an odd confusion. I just saw you leave.

Her stomach twisted. No, I just got here, she replied slowly, her voice trailing off in disbelief. He stared at her, an uncomfortable silence hanging between them. His brows furrowed. No, Eleanor, I swear. I saw you walk out the door five minutes ago. You were wearing the same coat, same everything. Sie konnte nicht sprechen.

Her stomach twisted. No, I just got here, she replied slowly, her voice trailing off in disbelief. He stared at her, an uncomfortable silence hanging between them. His brows furrowed. No, Eleanor, I swear. I saw you walk out the door five minutes ago. You were wearing the same coat, same everything. Sie konnte nicht sprechen.

Her stomach twisted. No, I just got here, she replied slowly, her voice trailing off in disbelief. He stared at her, an uncomfortable silence hanging between them. His brows furrowed. No, Eleanor, I swear. I saw you walk out the door five minutes ago. You were wearing the same coat, same everything. Sie konnte nicht sprechen.

Die Raum seemed to tilt around her, the floor beneath her suddenly unsteady, as if her feet weren't quite connected to it anymore. Are you okay? he asked, suddenly concerned. But Eleanor couldn't respond. The walls closed in on her, the air growing thick, stifling. That night she opened her phone to distract herself, scrolling absentmindedly. A new post from her friend Rachel caught her eye.

Die Raum seemed to tilt around her, the floor beneath her suddenly unsteady, as if her feet weren't quite connected to it anymore. Are you okay? he asked, suddenly concerned. But Eleanor couldn't respond. The walls closed in on her, the air growing thick, stifling. That night she opened her phone to distract herself, scrolling absentmindedly. A new post from her friend Rachel caught her eye.

Die Raum seemed to tilt around her, the floor beneath her suddenly unsteady, as if her feet weren't quite connected to it anymore. Are you okay? he asked, suddenly concerned. But Eleanor couldn't respond. The walls closed in on her, the air growing thick, stifling. That night she opened her phone to distract herself, scrolling absentmindedly. A new post from her friend Rachel caught her eye.

A group photo from their dinner last week. Eleanor smiled at the image, her reflection in the glass shimmering under the restaurant lights. A perfect moment captured. But as her eyes drifted to the edge of the frame, she froze. There it was, another version of herself. Barely in focus, standing just outside the range of attention.