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The Haunted Doll
The Gift Katie had always loved dolls. As a child, she had a vast collection, each with its own personality and unique story. Her favorite was a porcelain doll with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. The doll was a gift from her grandmother and had been in her family for generations.
By Anonymous Shadows4 years ago in Horror
The Weird Home
I remember when I first saw the house. It was a decrepit old thing, with peeling paint and broken windows. It sat on the outskirts of town, nestled deep in the woods. People had always said that it was cursed, that strange things happened there, but I had never believed them.
By Abdullah Sajid4 years ago in Horror
Antique Mirror
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 protruding 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?
By Anike Ayeni4 years ago in Horror
Snaggletooth
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?
By Elizabeth Kaye Daugherty4 years ago in Horror
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. Rivas4 years ago in Horror
A World of Darkness and Desire
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. I stared at the image in front of me, feeling a shiver run down my spine. The person in the mirror had the same hair, the same eyes, and the same face as me, but there was something different about them. It was like looking at a version of myself that had been twisted and distorted by some unseen force. The longer I stared, the more I began to feel like I was looking at a stranger.
By Steffany Pope4 years ago in Horror







