Unblockable Creatures [better] -

The mirror-faced creature leaned forward. “Because you are the only one who ever saw us clearly. When you were seven, under that bed, you didn’t scream. You watched . That made you a door.”

He stood up. The creatures tensed—not with fear, but with anticipation. unblockable creatures

It always would be.

That worked fine until the day the creature in the library sat down across from him. It was tall, human-shaped, but with a face like a shattered mirror—each shard reflecting a different version of Leo: Leo crying at his father’s funeral, Leo laughing at a bad joke, Leo asleep, Leo screaming. It placed a hand on the table between them. The hand went through the wood without disturbing a single grain. The mirror-faced creature leaned forward

That night, he sat on his apartment floor surrounded by every barrier he’d ever built—drawn symbols, broken locks, melted candles. The child-shaped creature stood in the corner, whispering a new death time. The mirror-faced one sat across from him. The static question mark hovered near the ceiling. You watched

“You’ve been ignoring us,” it said. Its voice was the rustle of dry leaves, the hum of a refrigerator at 3 a.m.