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Doppelgänger
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. The likeness was uncanny, but where was my expression? Life? Soul? It had none. It stared back, unblinking, with a paradox of emptiness and intensity. The background was the same, standing in the same corner of my grandmother’s attic. I touched it, but it didn’t touch back. I brushed the hair behind my ear, made a face, shifted in and out of view. Nothing. I looked behind the mirror and all around the frame, but I could find no button, batteries, or wires to explain the incongruence. I grabbed the frame and shook it. Finally a distant, angry roar bellowed within the glass, followed by a high-pitched scream moments later. But its mouth never moved. Back peddling, I tripped over the folds of the sheet that once cloaked it, tumbling to the floor. Muffled footsteps echoed in the room, and I couldn’t tell if they were coming from the mirror or reality. I quickly threw the sheet back over the mirror and hid behind it. My grandmother told me to stay out of the attic. But the footsteps ceased and the door remained closed. I walked cautiously to the door and back downstairs only to find grandma quietly reading in her rocking chair.
Broken Glass
Torture Through the Glass The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. I avoided it at all costs, but the fear alone kept me looking over at this stranger, haunting my existence every day. The layers seemed to go deeper by day, pulling me into the shattered web.
Claudine ChabotPublished about 21 hours ago in Horror
The Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. My smile had never physically been capable of being that WIDE. Cutting into the now nearly non-existent cheeks on either side.
V. N. RoesbonPublished about 21 hours ago in HorrorThe Last Weekend at Home
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I should have noticed it earlier, but I was too obsessed with my own dashing looks to even consider it. If I had not been so fixated on my chestnut colored hair, dreamy chai colored eyes, and strong European features, I may have been able to stop what eventually overtook my life. I may have been able to avoid being chained to a reality that mirrored what I had grown up in. If only…
Iris HarrisPublished about 21 hours ago in HorrorA Fresh Start
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Maybe the woman I saw looked very similar, even almost identical. However, I couldn’t accept that this aging version of myself, with all her fine lines and graying hair, was truly my mirror image. I studied her for a long time, tracing each wrinkle with my finger, when the thought came to me:
Anderson ComeauxPublished about 21 hours ago in HorrorTHE SEA MYSTERIOS STORY
The sea has always been a mysterious place, full of secrets and unknowns. One such mystery occurred in the early 1900s, when a small fishing village on the coast of Maine was struck by a strange and terrifying event.
Prasanna SPublished about 22 hours ago in HorrorThe Premonition
Nightmare The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. A transparent cloud that resembled me was there instead. It was cloaked to hide its legs and appeared to be floating in mid-air. Although it was daytime, the mirror reflected night. Moonlit shadows of pouring rain flickered across the floor beneath the cloud figure. The room was darkened in the mirror, momentarily flashing bright with lightning. Its eyes were different than mine as well. They were hollow and white with dark shadows around them. The figure slowly began to smile, and as its smile grew wider, a chill climbed up my spine, reaching my neck as the smile became full.
Janice PowellPublished about 22 hours ago in HorrorLate Bloomer
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I have you to thank for that. *** We met on the first day of kindergarten. You probably don’t remember. I do. You were the other Emma—the perfect one.
Oculus of Myrtles
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. But a reflection of a true haunting, that has left people running and fleeing in the middle of the night. It is said to be one of the most haunted items in the world. It also has a mysterious stain that will never come off by just wiping it off. It has been researched and examined very carefully but has no explanation for how and why its forever embedded in the glass itself. The stain almost looks like a handprint as if someone who once touched left a permanent mark, or could a mysterious force be trapped within the oculus itself. But the mirror itself is only just half of the haunting at Myrtles Plantation, which is said to be one of the most haunted places in America. Which has caught the attention of paranormal researcher and journalist Jennifer Lemaire to find out if any of the legends are true. Jennifer has always been interested in the paranormal ever since her brother passed away in a drowning accident. She hoped to encounter her brother’s spirit while investigating, to show proof there still is life beyond death. But after doing at least over 50 hauntings she has yet to encounter her brother. She would be staying at the plantation until she got all the answers she needed. Upon checking into the plantation, she asked if she could stay in the most active room that has the most activity. Which would be in the main house on the second floor where the original owner’s wife and two children had died after being poisoned.
Joanna BlazePublished about 22 hours ago in HorrorFlaws
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Except in a way, it was. It was me, except...except...well, it was me. All of my flaws so obvious. My hair stuck up in all the wrong places and I had to run a hand through my own to make sure it wasn't doing the same thing. The annoying spot that sat in the most awkward place on my left nostril and just wouldn't go away, had magnified in the mirror's version of me. Instead of a small irritation, it seemed to draw most of the attention. My teeth were horribly crooked and I couldn't help running my tongue over my own teeth to see if they felt as bad as they looked in my reflection.
Lauren RainePublished about 22 hours ago in Horror
9 / 11
It was a typical Tuesday morning at the World Trade Center. I remember it like it was yesterday. The air was crisp and cool, the sun was shining bright, and the hustle and bustle of the city was in full swing. As a financial advisor, I was used to the always-moving environment, but I could sense an odd energy in the air that day.
Moonlight
Moonlight By C Jyl Parker The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. In fact, at first there was no one in the mirror, only shadows of a different room. How could that be? And where was my face, my yellow hair pulled back in a ponytail, my nightshirt? How did I get here? Was I dreaming? I stood in front of the large, oval mirror, my hands gripping either side of the carved wooden frame. I wanted to step back, to release the death-grip of my hands, but I couldn’t move. I thought back to what I last remembered.
C Jyl ParkerPublished about 23 hours ago in Horror
