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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.
Infinity Mirror
1 "The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I desperately tried to count towards the image that's not exactly me, but..." Arlo considers his following words carefully. "The closer I get, the darker it gets. And there's this build-up of contempt...this...this deluge of self-hate. I won't go back into that room."
By Carl DeScott3 years ago in Horror
Kupid
!!!!!The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own!!!!! It bled images of lovely sultry and mysterious petaled faces staring back at me. In great puzzlement, I wondered how that was at all possible, no such images were around me. Now it has changed to a dark beauty, a potpourri of delectably sweet nectar seeping from her eyes and skin. I was mesmerized, fascinated and horrified.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Horror
Empty Eyes
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Big round empty eye sockets stared back at me. I scanned the mirror to see if I could recognize the rest of the face, but I couldn't see anything beyond the empty eye sockets. I could never get beyond the vast darkness of the holes. I was scared the first time I saw the empty sockets, but as time has pushed on, I've become more curious about the darkness. Now I stare intently into the abyss, hopeful that the void will welcome me home and that I will be sucked through the sockets. Maybe they're a portal. I stand and stare in the mirror every day.
By Yvonne Glanville3 years ago in Horror
Growling
It was a little after midnight and I was awakened by a terrible nightmare, about a monster ripping me to shreds and devouring the bits. My Mighty Dude night light was the only light in the room. Sweat drenched my face and pajamas. ''Oh thank goodness,'' I muttered. ''It was all just a nasty dream.''
By DJ Robbins3 years ago in Horror
Stalemate
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It showed a woman. And this woman was staring at me. Not a glance. Not an appraising look. Not even in a “checking me out” kind of way, no. She was full on staring, like her eyes could see right through me to my very soul.
By Christopher Kelly3 years ago in Horror
The Meaning of the Fine Structure Constant
The mirror showed a reflection that was not my own. It looked like me, and the room it reflected looked like mine, but it wasn’t. I became aware of this peculiarity as I stood regarding my reflection post-shower one day. Graduate school had taken a toll on me, though everyone, including my therapist, said it was all in my head, that I hadn’t changed since high school, but I could see the exhaustion on my face, even if I still fit into my decade old clothes.
By J. Otis Haas3 years ago in Horror
The Haunted Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I stared at the figure in the reflection, confused and scared. It was a twisted version of myself, with eyes that gleamed red and a sinister smile that stretched wide across its face. I tried to look away, but something held my gaze, drawing me in deeper.
By Enes ARSLAN3 years ago in Horror
When Playing Gel Blaster at Night
It was a warm summer night, and a group of teenagers from the m416gelblaster team had gathered in an abandoned industrial area to play a game of gel blaster. They had heard rumors that the area was haunted, but they didn't believe in ghosts. As they set up their equipment, they joked and laughed, eager to start the game.
By M416 Gel Blaster3 years ago in Horror
Passing Through the Dark Street
The darkness shrouded me as I stepped outside into the brisk night air. Even though I had frequently travelled this route previously, tonight it felt different. The sound of my footsteps reverberated off the deserted buildings as the streetlights flickered and produced unsettling shadows on the sidewalk. It appeared as though everything had stopped, leaving me alone in this strange place.
By Moin Ul Deen3 years ago in Horror
