Horror
What Happened, I Asked The Police And Later The Psychiatrist.
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was barely visible. I believed it was a woman. But I didn't think it was me. Then I thought, it was the mirror that got fogged up because of my shower. But how could that be me when hands are clearly on the mirror and mine are not?
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Fiction
The Doppelganger
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was a ghastly rendition of what could be me but something dark and twisted that took on my skin. The eyes were the same lake blue but lifeless and without emotion. My black hair that is normally voluminous wavy is stringy and limp on this reflection. The skin on its face was pale and sickly like it belonged on a dead girl.
By Erika Ravnsborgabout a year ago in Fiction
True Love
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. In fact it was nobody that I knew at all. I showed a good looking man- about my age. In his hands were a bunch of daisies. Suddenly mirror cracked and his image vanished and a bright neon sign appeared. The image on the mirror read "Dream".
By Antoinette L Breyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lurking Reflection
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. As I stared, wide-eyed and trembling, into the ornate, antique glass, the visage that stared back at me seemed to belong to another world altogether. The face was mine, and yet it wasn't—its eyes bore a sinister glint, and its countenance held an unnatural pallor. I blinked, desperate to dispel the ghastly vision before me, but the reflection remained, undeterred and unaltered.
By AM Ghandour about a year ago in Fiction
Grisly Murders
For years, the metropolis have been plagued via a sequence of grisly murders. On every occasion, a victim turned into discovered with their throat slit, and the police appeared to have no leads on the killer. But that each one modified when John Davidson, an intrepid journalist, determined to analyze the case.
By Rasheek Rasoolabout a year ago in Fiction
The Woman
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It was only for a split second the first time, so I didn’t think much of it. I had gotten the mirror as a gift, from a distant relative. I didn’t usually care about antique things, I used to see ghosts when I was little and I hadn’t been fond of it; but this mirror was beautiful, and it would be a shame not to keep it, so I had.
By Morgan Starkeyabout a year ago in Fiction
YouTube
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By vinoth kumarabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cursed Well
It had been years since anyone had gone near the old well on the outskirts of town. Some said that it was cursed, that the waters had been poisoned by some ancient evil that had long since been forgotten. Others said that it was haunted, that the ghost of some long-dead soul still lingered there, crying out for vengeance. But most people simply avoided it, seeing no reason to risk their lives by getting too close.
By Narrative Eyeabout a year ago in Fiction