The walls pulsed with crimson light as I wandered deeper into the endless corridors. Every turn revealed another mirror showing faces that weren't mine...

They started as faint static on an old radio, but now the voices know my name. They promise secrets if I just listen a little longer...

Every reflection showed a version of me one second further into madness. The glass began to bleed...

The television turned on by itself every night at 3:33 AM, showing places I had never been but somehow recognized...

They blinked when I wasn't looking directly at them. The wallpaper pattern shifted slowly to follow my movements...

An emergency signal from a station that ceased transmitting decades ago suddenly filled the airwaves...

The first snowfall of winter was warm and tasted like copper. It melted into crimson puddles on the ground...