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The Mirror In The Attic

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By Shivam Rai Published 12 months ago 4 min read
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The Mirror In The Attic
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Lena had always been fascinated by the attic in her grandmother's old house. She remembered exploring it as a child, but her parents had always warned her to be careful and not to touch anything. Now, as an adult, Lena had inherited the house, and she couldn't resist the urge to go up to the attic once again.

As she climbed the stairs, she felt a chill run down her spine. The attic was dark and musty, with cobwebs stretching across the ceiling. But there was something else in the room that made Lena feel uneasy. It was an old mirror, standing in the corner, reflecting the faint light that seeped through the small window.

Lena had never seen the mirror before. It was tall and ornate, with a carved wooden frame that seemed to have once been painted white. But now, the paint had peeled away, revealing the dark wood underneath. Lena couldn't help but stare into the mirror, and she noticed that her reflection seemed to be distorted. Her face appeared elongated, and her eyes seemed to be sinking into her skull.

Lena quickly looked away from the mirror and went about her business, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. That night, she dreamt of the mirror, and in her dream, she saw a figure standing behind her reflection. It was dark and twisted, with long fingers that reached out from the glass.

The next day, Lena went back to the attic to investigate. As she approached the mirror, she noticed that her reflection was still distorted, but this time, she could see something moving behind her. Lena reached out to touch the glass, and suddenly, her hand went through it.

She felt a cold, slimy substance wrap around her wrist, and before she could scream, she was pulled into the mirror. Lena found herself in a dark, twisted world, filled with shadowy figures that seemed to be made of the same black, slimy substance that had pulled her in.

Lena tried to run, but the figures seemed to be closing in on her. She heard whispers in her ear, and she felt cold breath on the back of her neck. Suddenly, Lena heard a voice calling out to her. It was her grandmother's voice, and it seemed to be coming from the other side of the mirror.

"Grab my hand, Lena!" her grandmother called out. "Don't look at the figures, just grab my hand!"

Lena reached out blindly, and she felt her grandmother's hand grasp hers. She felt a tug, and suddenly, she was back in the attic. The mirror was gone, and everything seemed to be back to normal. Lena was shaking, and tears were streaming down her face.

She never went back to the attic again, and she had the mirror removed from the house. But Lena could never forget the feeling of being pulled into the mirror, and the shadowy figures that had surrounded her. She knew that she had come dangerously close to being trapped in that twisted world forever.

From that day on, Lena would never look at a mirror the same way again. She always felt like there was something lurking behind her reflection, waiting to pull her back into that dark world. And in the back of her mind, she knew that the mirror in the attic was still out there somewhere, waiting for its next victim.

CONCLUSION

As the years went by, Lena tried to forget about the mirror in the attic. She moved on with her life, started a family, and made new memories in the old house. But every time she walked past the attic, she couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine.

One day, when Lena's daughter was playing in the attic, she found a small, ornate box hidden behind some old boxes. Inside the box was a small, oval-shaped mirror, with a carved wooden frame that had once been painted white. Lena recognized it instantly as the mirror from the attic.

She quickly took the mirror away from her daughter and locked it in a safe. Lena knew that she couldn't let the mirror fall into the wrong hands, or someone else might suffer the same fate she did.

Lena never spoke of the mirror to anyone, not even her family. But she could feel its presence, always lurking in the back of her mind. And in the quiet moments of the night, when she was alone with her thoughts, Lena could almost hear the whispers and feel the cold breath of the figures from the twisted world beyond the mirror.

She knew that she would always carry the memory of that dark world with her, and the fear that the mirror in the attic might one day return.

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