supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Reflection
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Looking back, I should’ve recognized something was amiss. Most things felt as if they weren’t as they appeared. The reflection looked as I did. The facial expressions mimicked my own. Her face was nearly identical. Her gaze was not as it was prior to that day. Her gaze now questioned me, challenged me and mocked me. The person in the mirror winked at me as I backed away from their stare. I questioned them with my brows and a devious smirk is what was returned. I felt the low bass of a chuckle. I sensed a malevolent energy pulsating towards me.
By Tabatha Ann / Tee Mee4 years ago in Horror
Me
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Well, perhaps that wasn't quite accurate. It was still me, sort of, but it wasn't a reflection. The freckle on my- on our- cheek was on the same side, er, opposite sides, like we were staring at each other through a window. That, and Mirror-Kate sometimes wore different clothes than me. All things I had in my own wardrobe, just on different days. I tried tracking who wore what when, trying to see if there was any sort of consistent pattern, suggesting maybe a time discrepancy, but I couldn't find anything.
By Kyle Short4 years ago in Horror
Shattered Mirror And Myself
“The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own.” Thando had been searching for the perfect decorative piece to add to her Gothic-style bedroom for quite some time now, and when she came across an old mirror with intricate carvings around the edges at an antique shop, she knew she had finally found what she wanted. She took the mirror home and hung it on her wall, admiring its beauty and intricate details. But what she didn't expect was the strange feeling of dread that soon followed. At night, when she would look into the mirror, Thando noticed a slight distortion in the reflection that slowly changed over time.
By Msawenkosi Kwinana4 years ago in Horror
The Shattered Soul
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. She stood facing away from me, head cocked a little as if listening. The bathroom walls were charred and black, like her hair. She swiveled suddenly to look at me. I quickly averted my eyes. Then the microwave was beeping and my husband’s voice echoed down the hall.
By Billy G. James 4 years ago in Horror
The Widow's Call. Top Story - January 2024.
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Percy obscured the foreground, followed by Donaghue, and finally myself in the rear. We rocked in the belly of a merchant vessel bound for the Royal coast; the mirror was the first piece of cargo stumbled upon in our pursuit of transport treasure.
By Zack Graham4 years ago in Horror
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 DeScott4 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 Allen4 years ago in Horror
Mirror mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. My raven hair was turned golden in this mirror. My sharp nose now reflected a pixie and my dark dry lips were softened with a dewy rose’ pigment. Whoever that was in the mirror, she was a goddess compared to me. This made my skin hot and my blood boil. As my rage built up I punched the reflection with both my fists. Although the image turned slightly frightened, the glass remained intact. As I was about to curse the forsaken mirror, a voice came from downstairs. “Honey it’s time for school” a docile voice echoed. Still fuming I caught my breath and grabbed my bag.
By Jessica Taylor4 years ago in Horror
Only One Way
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It was a two-way mirror, but the person on the other side of it could have been my twin. She looked identical to me in almost every way. Her blonde mousy hair was a tussled mess, just like mine. Her blue eyes, the same grey-blue that I inherited from my mother. Her petite frame matched mine. She was me, right down to the scar on her forehead.
By Chelas Montanye4 years ago in Horror
The broken mirror
The old, Victorian house had been abandoned for years, left to rot in the quiet town that surrounded it. The townsfolk whispered that the house was cursed, that it was haunted by the ghosts of those who had lived within its walls. And yet, there were those who dared to venture inside, drawn by the thrill of the unknown and the promise of adventure.
By Vijayndra Suman4 years ago in Horror
