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The Antique Mirror: Trapped Souls of the Past

When obsession turns to horror, the reflection is just the beginning.

By Ravishankar V KPublished about a year ago Updated about a year ago 9 min read
The Antique Mirror: Trapped Souls of the Past

“The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own."

Let me take a step back and introduce myself. Am Ravi, an Analyst & writer writing this story based on haunting mirror story. The story is from a diary I found in a library's horror section which is originally one of Alex diary. This diary narrates the haunting experience the Alex had in the house where he lived. The neighbors say that Alex vanished in thin air after bringing that antique mirror from an estate sale.

I heard more about Alex from his neighbors in the area and see if the story he narrated in his diary was real. The diary started with below statement and Alex narrated all the events.

"“The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own.

My name is Alex and I have special interest or love for Antiques.

It was the first thing I noticed when I picked up this Antique mirror at the estate sale. The antique frame caught my eye, and I found myself drawn to it. I had always loved the look of unique and old things, and this mirror was no exception.

I brought it home and placed it on the dresser in my bedroom. As I looked into the mirror, I was shocked to see a face that wasn't mine staring back at me. It was a woman, her eyes wide and her expression twisted in horror and anger.

At first, I thought it was just a trick of the light, but as I moved around the room, her reflection stayed in place. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about this mirror.

Over the next few days, my curiosity turned into an obsession. I found myself spending hours staring into the mirror, trying to understand what I was seeing. The woman with horror in the reflection seemed to be angry, and I couldn't help but was in shock and not sure if there was something I could do to help her.

I began to research the history of the mirror, hoping to uncover some clue as to its origins. But no matter how much I searched, I couldn't find anything about it. It was as if the mirror had appeared out of thin air.

As the days passed, my obsession with the mirror only grew stronger. I stopped going out with friends and spent all my time in my room, staring into the glass. The woman's face began to haunt my dreams, and I found myself waking up in a cold sweat, convinced that she was trying to communicate with me.

One night, as I sat in front of the mirror, I saw something that made me gasp. The woman's reflection had changed. She was no longer staring at me with horror, but with anger. I could see her mouth moving, as if she was trying to say something, but no sound came out.

I knew then that I had to find a way to break the spell of the mirror. But how? I had no idea where to start, and I was running out of time. The woman's face was becoming more distorted with each passing day, and I could feel her anger growing stronger.

I knew that I had to act fast, or else I might become trapped in the mirror myself. But how could I break the spell? And what would happen to the woman once I did? I had no answers, but I knew that I had to try. My obsession had turned into a nightmare, and I was determined to wake up.

The longer I stared into the mirror, the stranger things became. At first, it was just the terrifying woman's horror face that appeared in the reflection, but then I started to see other things. Dark shapes moved behind me, and I heard whispers in my ear. It was as if the mirror had become a portal to another world.

I tried to ignore the strange occurrences, but they only grew worse. Objects in my room moved on their own, and I woke up one morning to find scratch marks on my arm. I knew then that something was very wrong with the mirror.

One night, as I was staring into the mirror, I saw something that made my blood run cold. In the reflection, I saw a hand reach out and grab my shoulder. I spun around, but there was no one there. I looked back into the mirror, and the hand was still there, gripping me tightly.

I tried to pull away, but the hand wouldn't let go. It was as if it was trying to pull me into the mirror with it. I screamed for help, but no one came. I was trapped, alone with the ghostly hand.

Days passed, and the haunting only grew worse. I could always feel the ghostly presence in my room, and I knew that I needed to find a way to break the curse of the mirror.

I began to research the history of the mirror once again, and this time, I found something. The mirror had belonged to a woman named Elizabeth, who had died tragically in a fire. Her spirit was said to haunt the mirror, unable to move on to the afterlife.

I knew then that I had to find a way to help Elizabeth. I tried speaking to her through the mirror, but she never responded. I tried offering her gifts and prayers, but still, she remained angry.

One night, as I was lying in bed, I heard a voice calling my name. It was Elizabeth, and she sounded desperate. I got up and went to the mirror, and there she was, staring back at me with pleading eyes.

"I need your help," she said. "I'm trapped in this mirror, and I can't get out."

I knew then that I had to find a way to break the curse of the mirror and set Elizabeth free. But how? The answer came to me in a dream. I had to destroy the mirror, shattering it into a thousand pieces.

It was a risky plan, but I had no other choice. I grabbed a hammer and stood in front of the mirror, ready to strike. But as I raised the hammer, I saw Elizabeth's face in the reflection, her eyes filled with fear.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, and brought the hammer down. The mirror shattered, and with it, the curse was broken. The room was filled with a blinding light, and when I opened my eyes, I was alone.

I knew then that Elizabeth had finally been set free, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me. But as I looked at the broken pieces of the mirror, I couldn't help but wonder if there were other haunted objects out there, waiting to be discovered.

After the incident with Elizabeth's ghost, I thought the nightmare was over.

But then something strange started happening.

Never realized that, it was in the dream, I broker the mirror. Oh, my god ! Back to square 1.

However the following day night, every time I looked into the mirror, I saw an alternate reality, where Elizabeth was still alive.

In this alternate reality, Elizabeth was happy and surrounded by loved ones. She had a family, a husband, and a home. It was as if the mirror was showing me a world where Elizabeth had never died tragically in that fire.

I couldn't stop looking into the mirror, fascinated by this alternate reality. But the longer I looked, the more I realized that something was off. It was as if this alternate reality was too perfect, too idyllic. And I started to wonder if there was something sinister behind it all.

Days turned into weeks, and I found myself spending more and more time in front of the mirror, lost in the alternate reality. I couldn't help but feel that I was being pulled deeper and deeper into this other world.

I started neglecting my real life, ignoring my friends and family, and spending all my time gazing into the mirror. The alternate reality was all I could think about, and I became obsessed with figuring out what was really going on.

It started with small things, things that I barely noticed at first. Objects in my room would move on their own, and strange shadows appeared on the walls. But as time went on, the effects of the alternate reality became more and more pronounced.

I started hearing voices in my head, whispers that seemed to come from the other side of the mirror. I saw dark figures moving in the corners of my eyes, and I felt a cold, otherworldly presence in my room at all times.

One night, as I was looking into the mirror, I saw something that made me scream. The alternate reality was bleeding into my world, and Elizabeth's ghost was standing right beside me, looking at me with accusing eyes.

"You did this," she whispered, and I could feel her cold breath on my neck.

I tried to run, but I couldn't escape the alternate reality. It had taken over my world, and I was trapped in its grip.

In the end, I knew what I had to do. I grabbed the hammer again and smashed the mirror to pieces. The alternate reality shattered along with it, and I was left standing in a pile of broken glass.

I thought I had done it. I had confronted Elizabeth's ghost, apologized, and thought that the alternate reality was gone for good.

But I was wrong. It was still my thought that I broker the mirror.

Even now, I can still feel the presence of that other world, lurking just beyond the edge of my vision. And I know that if I'm not careful, it might just come back to claim me once again."

So far, the diary had above narration. The story given below is from the neighbors interpretation or understanding based on the strange sound or noise from the house they heard.

"Neighbors heard a chilling laughter coming from the house. Some say, they happened to see Elizabeth's ghost, now with a malevolent smile on her face, stood behind Alex. They heard this loud and horror voice"

"You really thought you could destroy me?" she said, her voice echoing in the empty room. "You're trapped in this alternate reality with me, forever."

"Neighbors heart sank as they realized what she meant and what could happen to Alex. Alex was never going to escape this nightmare. The hallucinations had been real all along, and he was doomed to live in that alternate reality forever.

Elizabeth's ghost explained that she had been trapped in the mirror for centuries, waiting for someone to free her. And when Alex had bought the mirror, he had unknowingly become her ticket out.

"You were so easy to manipulate," she said, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. "So desperate for something to believe in, something to save you from your mundane life. You were the perfect victim."

Alex might have tried to fight back, to deny what she was saying. But the more he might have struggled, the more the alternate reality might have consumed him.

One of the neighbor watched in horror as Alex's body transformed into that of Elizabeth's, as her ghostly essence took over. He tried to scream, to resist, but it was too late.

The last thing that neighbor heard was Elizabeth's ghostly laughter, echoing in the darkness. The nightmare was over, but Alex was trapped in this alternate reality, forever.

When Alex friends and family tried everything they can to find him. Though neighbors mentioned them what happened to him, none were ready to believe”

Years passed, and no one heard from Alex again. The police investigated, but there was no trace of him. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air.

As a writer, I knew the truth. I knew what had happened to him. He was trapped in that alternate reality, forever under the control of Elizabeth's ghost.

The horror of the haunted mirror had consumed him, body and soul.

And the mirror was moved from Alex home and remained, in the antique shop, waiting for its next victim. It had claimed Alex, but there were others out there, unsuspecting, desperate for something to believe in, something to save them from their mundane lives.

I could only hope that someone would find the mirror before it was too late, before they became trapped in that alternate reality, forever at the mercy of Elizabeth's ghost.

But I knew that was wishful thinking. The mirror would always find its next victim. Always be waiting to claim them, always be ready to unleash its horror upon the world and the haunting of the antique mirror will continue. Just like Alex, the next victim will also start with

“The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own."


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About the Creator

Ravishankar V K

Am a Analyst, working as Consultant for one of leading insurance provider in Canada. My topics of interest is Blogging in Digital marketing, Technology, Health, Lifestyle, Poem.

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