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The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I gasped, staring at the image before me. It was like looking at a stranger, and yet, it was undeniably me. The same brown hair, the same hazel eyes, the same pale skin. But there was something off about the reflection. Something that made my heart race and my skin crawl.
Lost in the Woods
**This story contains themes that some readers may find disturbing. Discretion is advised.** The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. That much, I had somehow come to expect, but today there was something different about her.Holly PheniPublished about 2 hours ago in Horror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I turned my head and took a closer look, sure it was just an optical illusion. A trick of the light.Susan Macdonald
Show Me True
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. The reflection and I sighed together with relief. The man-bun in the image bobbed, the mouth quirked above a stubbly chin, the bloodshot blue eyes blinked in time to my hazel ones.Sonia Heidi Unruh
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. I noticed my hair was changing colors from its usual dark brown to a gorgeous crimson red. Streaks flowed down from the roots all the way to end. Almost half of all my hair turned red and the rest was slowly changing. My baby blue eyes had already become a sharp viridian green. A subtle sweetness filled the air in the room. It appeared seemingly out of nowhere, as if coming from the mirror itself. Perhaps my mind is still out of shape from last nights festivities. The drinking pains still lingering in my stomach. Very close to a hangover but somehow I staved it off. I thought it was that, but after a minute of close examination I realized it was quite real. A strange vibe could be felt everywhere; as if someone was watching me. I hated the feeling and the cold air made it worse. I quickly grabbed my velvet blanket, wrapped it around me and headed downstairs for the thermostat. It was time now anyway. Most of the day was slept away.Ishmael Tulloch
RIPPLES IN TIME
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. And it appeared to be a clone of me, standing in front of the fireplace. But when I looked directly at the fireplace, from my position on the bed, no one was there. When viewing the reflection in the mirror, I assumed the clone-like vision was a hallucination, but it continued to stare back at me. What I was experiencing was causing feelings within my being that I cannot adequately describe, but terrified comes close.Jon H. Davis
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Ugly and torn, my face, if it is my face, stares back at me with malice. A hatred, deep and bottomless emanates from this vile thing, making the air feel heavy and thick with its malevolence.Sara Frederick
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It had my height and build, but it wasn’t me. On the other side, I saw black claws pretruding from my fingers. The lower half of my legs were bent at odd angles and resembled the hind paws of a wolf. And my face…it wasn’t there. A gloomy shadow covered the entire head. Two small white eyes were the only things that could be seen. I don’t know how long we stood staring at each other. Even if it was a few seconds, it felt like an hour. The figure looked like it was breathing heavily from the way its slightly hunched shoulders moved up and down. I glanced around the mirror and noticed we stood at the end of a hallway. Behind me I saw an endless row of doors on either side. How did I get here?Anike Ayeni
In The Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own; The reflection of a girl around my age. She stood smiling with sparkling dark eyes, full of mystery. Her background full of movement without sound. Interesting, to say the least.
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own that night. It was me and 3 of my friends from my high school in the attic of my mom's old 1842 victorian house, Monica, Chris and Kayla.Brittany Brin
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. I called her Snaggletooth. She scared me at first. What twelve year old wouldn’t scream at some evil spirit with a bloody, jagged smile from ear to ear staring back through a dinged, silver hand mirror?Elizabeth Kaye Daugherty
The Mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I contemplated that line from one of the horror movies I had watched a while ago as I wondered how I was going to cleanse and get rid of the large mirror that had been gifted to my husband Rik and me.Alicia Anspaugh