Mirror on the Wall

The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I stared at the stranger before me, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. The face that stared back at me was older, wearier, and somehow sadder than my own. It was as though I was looking at a version of myself from another time, or perhaps another universe altogether.

I was transfixed, unable to look away from the mirror. It was like a portal to another world, one that was just out of reach but tantalizingly close. As I continued to stare, the reflection began to shift and change, and I saw glimpses of other people, other places. It was like watching a movie that I couldn't turn off.

At first, I was fascinated by the mirror and the strange world it revealed. I spent hours staring into it, trying to learn more about this alternate reality. But as time went on, I began to notice something strange happening. The mirror seemed to be bleeding into my world. Small, subtle differences at first - a piece of furniture that wasn't there before, a book that I didn't remember buying - but soon the changes became more noticeable.

I tried to ignore it, to go about my day-to-day life as though nothing was happening. But it was impossible. Everywhere I looked, I saw glimpses of this other reality bleeding into my own. It was like a cancer, slowly spreading and consuming everything in its path.

One day, I woke up to find that my apartment was completely different. The walls were a different color, the furniture was all rearranged, and there were strange objects scattered around the room. At first, I thought I must have been sleepwalking, but as I looked around, I realized that everything was just a little too perfect. It was as though someone had carefully curated this new space to be exactly what I needed.

I couldn't help but feel uneasy, and I found myself drawn back to the mirror. The reflection that stared back at me was different again. This time, the face was younger, more vibrant, and yet somehow more sinister. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that this new reality was not the one I wanted to be a part of.

I tried to avoid the mirror, but it seemed to follow me wherever I went. Everywhere I looked, I saw glimpses of this alternate reality bleeding into my own. It was as though the mirror had taken on a life of its own, and it was determined to merge our worlds together.

As the days went on, the changes became more drastic. I started to see people and places that I knew didn't exist in my world, and I could feel my grip on reality slipping away. I knew that I needed to destroy the mirror before it was too late, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Part of me was still fascinated by the strange world it revealed, even as it threatened to consume me.

It was only when I realized that I was no longer alone in this alternate reality that I knew I had to act. I had been living in a world of my own creation, but now there were others here too. Others who were not as benevolent as the strange force that had curated my new apartment.

I remember the first time I saw her. She was standing in the hallway, watching me with cold, calculating eyes. She was beautiful, in a way, but there was something off about her. Something that made my skin crawl. I knew immediately that she was not from my world.

At first, I tried to avoid her. I stayed in my apartment as much as possible, only venturing out when I absolutely had to. But she was always there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for me. And eventually, I realized that I couldn't keep running forever. I had to confront her, and the mirror, if I wanted any chance of saving myself and my world.

I set out to find the mirror, determined to destroy it once and for all. The journey was perilous, filled with dangers and obstacles that I had never encountered before. But I was fueled by a fierce determination, a burning desire to protect what was mine.

When I finally found the mirror, it was unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was no longer just a reflection, but a living, breathing entity. It pulsed with a dark energy, and I could feel it drawing me in. But I stood my ground, and I raised my hand to strike.

Before I could destroy the mirror, however, the woman appeared again. She stepped out of the shadows, a smile on her face that made my blood run cold.

"Don't do it," she said. "Don't destroy what you've created. Embrace it. Embrace me."

I shook my head, backing away from her.

"I won't let you destroy my world," I said. "I won't let you take everything away from me."

She laughed, a cold, cruel sound.

"You think this is your world? You think you have any control over it? You're just a pawn in a game you can't even begin to comprehend."

I raised my hand again, determined to strike. But before I could, the mirror began to glow with a blinding light. I felt myself being pulled towards it, as though I was being sucked into another dimension.

The woman laughed again, and I knew that I had been defeated. I closed my eyes, bracing for impact. But when I opened them again, I was standing in my own apartment. Everything was back to normal - the walls were the right color, the furniture was in the right place, and there were no strange objects littering the floor.

I turned to look at the mirror, half expecting to see the woman there, but it was just a regular mirror. I stared at my own reflection, still trying to make sense of what had just happened. Had it all been a dream? A hallucination?

I may never know for sure. But one thing is certain - the mirror showed me a world that was not my own, and it nearly consumed me. I will never forget the terror that I felt, or the overwhelming sense of relief when I returned to my own reality. And I will never forget the woman who tried to destroy me, or the mirror that brought her into my life.

In the end, I am left with more questions than answers. Was the woman real, or just a figment of my imagination? Was the mirror truly haunted, or was it just a trick of the light?

They say the eyes are the keys to the soul. If thats the case isnt a mirror the doorway for one to see inside themselves….?