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Haunted Mirror Bleeds Reality

"Reflections of Madness"

By AdanPublished about a year ago 3 min read
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The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own! at first, I didn't think much of it. I assumed it was a trick of the light, or maybe I was just tired. But as I looked closer, I realized that the person staring back at me wasn't me at all.

It was someone else. Someone...else.

Their face was twisted into a grotesque, almost demonic expression. Their eyes were dark and empty, and their skin was pale and sickly. I tried to look away, but I couldn't. Something about this image was holding me captive.

Suddenly, the mirror began to glow. The light was so bright that I had to shield my eyes. When I opened them again, the person in the reflection was gone. In their place was a world I didn't recognize.

At first, it seemed like a normal city. There were buildings, streets, and people walking around. But as I watched, I realized that something was off. The people weren't quite human. They moved differently, almost mechanically. And the buildings...they seemed to be alive, pulsing and shifting as if they were alive.

I tried to step away from the mirror, but my feet wouldn't move. It was like I was rooted to the spot, forced to watch this strange world unfold before me.

That's when I heard the whispers. They were soft at first, barely audible. But as I listened, they grew louder and more insistent. They were coming from the mirror, but they weren't in any language I recognized. It was like the sounds were being pulled from some other dimension, a place of pure horror and madness.

And then, the mirror shattered.

I stumbled back, shards of glass raining down on me. I was shaken, but I thought it was over. I thought I could put this strange experience behind me.

But then, the nightmares began.

They started small, just flashes of the strange world from the mirror. But as the days went on, they grew more vivid. I could feel the pulsing of the buildings, the cold metal of the mechanical people. And the whispers...they were always there, just beneath the surface.

I tried to ignore it, to push it all away. But it was like something had been unleashed inside me. It was like the world from the mirror was bleeding into my own, seeping through the cracks in my mind.

It wasn't long before I realized that I wasn't the only one experiencing this. I started seeing glimpses of the mechanical people in my own world, in the streets and on the news. They were becoming more common, blending in with the crowds as if they had always been there.

And the whispers...they were getting louder. I could hear them even when I wasn't dreaming, a constant buzzing in the back of my mind.

I knew I had to do something, but I didn't know what. I tried to research the strange world from the mirror, but there was nothing out there. It was like it didn't exist.

It wasn't until I met someone else who had seen the mirror that things started to make sense.

She was a young woman, about my age. We met in a coffee shop, and as we talked, I realized that she had seen the same world from the mirror. She had nightmares too, and she could hear the whispers.

Together, we started to piece things together. We found others who had seen the mirror, and we formed a group. We called ourselves the Mirror Hunters, and our goal was to figure out what was happening and stop it.

We never did find a way to fully stop the world from the mirror from bleeding into our own. But we did find a way to keep it contained, to keep it from spreading any further.

Horror

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  • Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Authorabout a year ago

    The mirror hunters - love it! Great horror story.

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