The Shadowed Mirror: The Haunting of Blogger's Headshot

The night was dark, and the room was silent except for the faint hum of the computer. Liu Wei, a young and ambitious blogger, was hunched over his desk, his fingers dancing across the keyboard as he proofread his latest article. The article was about the supernatural, a topic that Liu had always been fascinated with. It was a subject that seemed to draw him in, almost as if the spirits of the past were whispering to him through his words.

Liu had a peculiar hobby; he took selfies with his camera at night, capturing moments that he believed to be imbued with the essence of the supernatural. It was an obsession that had led him to create his blog, "The Spooky Selfie," where he shared his eerie experiences and photos with a small but dedicated following.

Tonight, Liu had decided to experiment with a new angle. He placed his phone on the edge of his desk, setting the timer for a 10-second selfie. He wanted to capture the room's ambiance, the shadows that danced in the flickering light of the monitor. As the countdown ticked down, Liu stepped back and raised his hand, ready to take the shot.

The camera shutter clicked, and Liu smiled, pleased with the shot. He checked the preview on his phone, and it was perfect. The room was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, and the shadows seemed to come to life, swirling around the edges of the frame.

Liu uploaded the photo to his blog, eager to share his latest discovery with his readers. He titled the post "The Haunted Selfie: A Night of Shadows and Whispers." As he clicked "Publish," a shiver ran down his spine. The room felt colder than before, and a faint whisper echoed through the silence.

It was then that he noticed the headshot. It was a portrait of a man, his eyes staring directly into the camera, his expression unreadable. The headshot was on his computer's wallpaper, a default image that Liu had never changed. It was an old, grainy photo, and there was something unsettling about it.

Liu clicked on the photo, enlarging it. The man's eyes seemed to follow him, as if he were being watched. Liu felt a chill run down his spine, and he quickly closed the photo. He dismissed the feeling as paranoia, attributing it to the late hour and the eerie atmosphere of his blog.

The next day, Liu's phone buzzed with notifications. His readers were commenting on his latest post, expressing their excitement and curiosity. One comment, in particular, stood out. It was from a user named "The Never Sleeping Headshot."

"I've seen that headshot before," the comment read. "It's from an old photo of my grandfather. He always said it was haunted. I wonder if it's the same one."

Liu's heart raced. He had never seen the headshot before, but something about the comment felt unsettling. He decided to investigate further. He searched for the photo online, but nothing came up. It was as if the image had vanished, leaving only a void in its place.

That night, Liu decided to take another selfie. He set the timer and stepped back, but this time, he kept his eyes on the camera. As the shutter clicked, he felt a presence in the room, something watching him. He turned to see the headshot on his computer screen, and the man's eyes seemed to burn into his soul.

Liu's phone buzzed again. It was a text message from "The Never Sleeping Headshot."

"Are you feeling it now? The presence is stronger. It's here, watching you."

Liu's breath caught in his throat. He felt a cold hand grip his shoulder, and he turned to see the headshot floating in the air, its eyes locked on him. The room was spinning, and Liu's vision blurred. He could feel the presence closing in, a dark, malevolent force that seemed to consume everything around him.

Suddenly, the room went dark. Liu fell to the ground, his vision returning to normal as the shadows receded. He found himself in the same room, but the headshot was gone. The computer was off, and the room was silent.

Liu sat up, his heart pounding. He had survived the encounter, but he knew it was only the beginning. The presence of the headshot was real, and it was watching him. He had to find out more, to uncover the secrets of the haunted image.

The next few days were a blur of research and investigation. Liu delved into the history of the headshot, tracking down the man in the photo and learning about his mysterious past. He discovered that the man had been a soldier, a man who had seen things no one should have seen. He had returned home, haunted by his experiences, and had taken his own life.

Liu's blog became a forum for those who believed in the supernatural, a place where stories of the haunted were shared and discussed. He began to receive more messages from those who had encountered the headshot, each with their own terrifying tale.

One night, Liu received a message from a reader who claimed to have seen the headshot in a different form. It was a shadow, a ghostly figure that appeared at night, haunting those who had seen it. Liu knew he had to confront the headshot, to face the darkness that seemed to be following him.

He set up a trap, a camera and a flashlight aimed at the spot where the headshot had appeared. As the night wore on, Liu sat in the darkness, waiting. The hours passed, and nothing happened. He was about to give up when the camera flickered to life, capturing a shadowy figure moving through the room.

Liu's heart raced as he watched the figure approach the camera. It was the headshot, a ghostly presence that seemed to move with purpose. Liu's hand trembled as he reached for the flashlight, illuminating the shadow. The figure paused, and Liu's eyes widened in shock.

The headshot was no longer a man, but a spirit, a tormented soul trapped between worlds. Liu could see the pain in its eyes, the suffering that had driven it to haunt the living. He knew he had to help the spirit find peace.

Liu reached out to the headshot, his hand passing through the form as if it were made of smoke. He whispered a silent plea, asking the spirit to let go of its pain. The headshot seemed to respond, its form growing fainter and fainter. Finally, it vanished, leaving behind only a sense of calm.

Liu collapsed to the ground, exhausted but relieved. He had faced the darkness and emerged victorious. The headshot was gone, and with it, the haunting had ended. Liu's blog had become a place of solace for those who believed in the supernatural, a place where spirits could find peace and the living could find understanding.

As Liu looked at the empty space where the headshot had been, he felt a sense of closure. He had uncovered the truth behind the haunted image and had helped a spirit find its way. The room was quiet, and the night was still, but Liu knew that the world was full of mysteries, and that his journey had only just begun.