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Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
A Victorian Mirror
Part I The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I jumped damn near out of my skin! I fell over the old wooden chair that once held its former tenant in front if this old Victorian style mirror. This old chair would not survive another bump like the one I just gave it, but it will hold for now. Why the chair seemed to matter at all while madness flashed in the reflection might be me holding on to a thin strand of sanity. We will get back to this part of the story.
By Jesse J. Rivas3 years ago in Horror
Appetite
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Not in my current state. Not in my current room. My fingers reached for my dry translucent skin but watched them find a sun-kissed freckle-splattered face framed by long auburn hair. Emerald eyes gleamed back at me and no longer clung to hope; they glistened with triumph. Surrounded by a range of trees in an empty forest, my reflection reminded me to look forward to the future.
By Holly Brinja3 years ago in Horror
Ghostly Memories
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. She looked just like me, but she was not me. I was sure of it. I stepped closer, leaned in, and breathed against the glass. My breath spiderwebbed and vanished, leaving behind a girl I didn’t recognize. No, I knew her. It was me, but better.
By Sarah DuPerron3 years ago in Horror
Bad Doggy
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. My hair was ripped out in clumps. Dried blood and dirt caked the sides of my cheeks. My bloodshot eyes squinted through pulsing flesh. I saw the iron collar that hung loosely around my neck along with the short chain that bound it to the concrete wall behind me. My wrists and ankles were similarly clasped with a chain that connected all four limbs. This mirror was my only source of reality and as much as I wanted it to, it was unable to lie.
By M.A Rector3 years ago in Horror
Tax Man Cometh?
1 The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t his own. Chris leaned over the bathroom sink to get a closer look at the pimple on his right cheek. He grunted in frustration as the view eluded him. “I hate these stupid glasses!” he shottered—his own made-up word for shouted and muttered. “I’m too near-sighted to see without them, but they’re not strong enough to see with them. It’s like I have a blind spot at the edge of them---what the heck was that?? Jase, did you see that?”
By Mack D. Ames3 years ago in Horror
Seven Deaths
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own, and that was the first time I realized I was capable of feeling fear. No, the reflection in the broken glass was that of a woman in her thirties, short but muscular, curly black hair, nose piercing. She had been my sixth victim. No, seventh.
By Bethany Larson3 years ago in Horror
Trapped in a Miniature World
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was as if someone, or something, else was staring back at me through the dusty Victorian glass. At first, I was hesitant to investigate further, but my curiosity got the best of me. As I peered into the mirror, I was astounded by what I saw. Inside, there was a tiny world filled with people, each no bigger than a toy figurine. They were living their lives in a world that was completely foreign to me, with their own customs, cultures, and even wars. It was both fascinating and frightening. But as I leaned in closer, drawn in by the incredible sight before me, I suddenly felt a strange force pulling me towards the mirror. Before I knew it, I was hurtling towards the miniature world, unable to stop myself or even comprehend what was happening.
By Omar Sohail3 years ago in Horror
The Glass Lies. Runner-Up in Broken Mirror Challenge.
I. The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I looked at it, as I had every morning for 37 years. It was the image of a kind man - the sort who gave five dollars to panhandlers and smiled at baristas. The face was unlined and ageless. It was an arresting face. Not pretty-boy handsome, but well-chiseled and distinguished. Trustworthy, my customers called it.
By Pitt Griffin3 years ago in Horror
The Nod
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It wasn’t entirely not mine either. There were visual similarities for sure. The same skin, complete with the heavier age spots on the left side of my face, the gin blossoms around the nose, the whisps of silver hair that formed a low crown and the longer trails that represented what used to be my part but were now just remnants of what was, like the sparse grass growing in the ruts of a forgotten hiking trail.
By Grant Williams3 years ago in Horror
Reflections of Terror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. At first, I thought it was just a trick of the light or a smudge on the glass. But as I leaned in closer, I realized that the reflection staring back at me was different. Its eyes were darker, its skin was paler, and its expression was one of pure malice.
By Doreen Chand3 years ago in Horror
