After his uncle disappears, Harry returns to his family’s cottage in the Scottish Highlands — a place his mother swore they’d never go back to. Inside its damp stone walls, the silence feels too heavy, and the mirrors don’t behave the way they should.

Some reflections linger. Others whisper. And one of them smiles when he doesn’t.

As Harry uncovers his uncle’s journals and the old legends of Loch Glen, he realises the stories were true: the mirrors aren’t just watching. They’re waiting. And what waits in the glass wants more than just a reflection.

A chilling folk-horror novel about family secrets, fractured identities, and the danger of looking too long into the dark.