A Real Crazy Story from Karachi
Areeba was 26 when she moved into her grandmother’s old house in Garden East.
The house was beautiful, but old — the kind with wooden floors, cracked walls, and mirrors in every room.
It was the large standing mirror in the bedroom that made her uncomfortable.
Not because it was antique.
Because every night at 2:17 AM, it fogged up.
No matter how cold or warm it was, whether the window was closed or open —
the mirror fogged at the exact same time every night.
She tested everything.
Camera. Stopwatch. Even Windex.
Still… 2:17 AM. Every single night.
One night, she couldn’t sleep.
She sat up, flashlight in hand, eyes on the mirror.
The clock ticked to 2:17.
Fog.
But this time… there was a figure inside it.
A girl.
She looked exactly like Areeba.
But her clothes were different. Her hair was wet. And her expression… angry.
Then it happened.
The girl blinked first.
Areeba gasped. The girl smiled.
And then?
She raised her hand and knocked — three slow taps — from inside the glass.
Areeba screamed and ran out.
The next day, she covered the mirror with a sheet.
But at 2:17 AM, the sheet fell off on its own — like something pulled it from the inside.
She moved out a week later.
The mirror is still there.
And every new tenant since has moved out within a month.
One of them claimed the girl whispered something before disappearing:
“You left me here…”
