The possessed mirror

A woman buys an antique glass for her new apartment, but soon discovers that it's further than just a piece of cabinetwork. The glass seems to reflect a crooked interpretation of reality, and the woman begins to see intimidating fancies every time she looks into it.

Alice was rapturous to move into her new apartment. She had always pictured of living alone, and this was eventually her chance. Her excitement grew as she set up the perfect antique glass at a original providence store. It was ornate, with intricate busts that looked like they belonged in a gallery. The price was a steal, so Alice snappily bought it and brought it home.

At first, everything sounded normal. Alice hung the glass on the wall in her living room, and it looked perfect. But as the days went by, Alice began to notice commodity strange. Every time she looked into the glass, she saw a distorted reflection of herself. Her face looked crooked and grotesque, and her eyes sounded to glow with an unearthly light. Alice felt a bite run down her chine every time she looked at it.

One night, Alice woke up to use the restroom. She walked past the glass and stopped dead in her tracks. In the reflection, she saw a figure standing behind her. She turned around, but no bone

was there. Alice rubbed her eyes, allowing it was just her imagination. But when she looked back at the glass, the figure was still there, standing just a many bases down from her.

Alice tried to scream, but no sound came out of her mouth. The figure in the glass began to move, sluggishly at first, but also it started to walk towards her. Alice stumbled backward, trying to escape, but the figure sounded to be coming closer and closer.

As the figure got closer, Alice could make out its features. It was a woman, with long black hair and a crooked smile. Her eyes glowed with an creepy light, and her skin was as pale as death. Alice tried to run, but the figure seized her by the arm and pulled her near to the glass.

Alice felt a cold breath marshland over her, and suddenly she was standing in a strange place. The room was dark and musty, and the air was thick with the smell of decay. Alice looked around, trying to make sense of her surroundings, but nothing looked familiar.

Suddenly, Alice heard a voice tale in her observance." Drink to my world," it said.

Alice turned around, but no bone

was there. She looked back at the glass and saw the figure standing behind her, her crooked smile wider than ever.

" You belong to me now," the figure said." You will noway leave."

Alice tried to run, but the figure seized her by the hair and pulled her near to the glass. Alice felt her body being pulled through the glass, and suddenly she was falling into a dark ocean.

She woke up screaming, drenched in sweat. It was all just a agony, she told herself. But as she looked at the glass, she saw the figure gaping back at her, her crooked smile still in place.

Alice knew also that the glass was held, and that she'd noway be suitable to escape its grasp. She tried to get relieve of it, but no matter how numerous times she threw it down, it always set up its way back to her.

In the end, Alice realized that she was trapped, and that the only way to escape the glass's grasp was to join the crooked world it had created. And so she did, giving up her life and her reason to come a part of the glass's crooked reality.

The held glass remained in Alice's apartment, staying for its coming victim to fall prey to its evil grasp. And so the cycle continued, with each new victim joining the species of the glass's crooked world, noway to return to the real world again.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but Alice noway escaped the glass's grasp. She came a part of its crooked reality, living in a world where nothing made sense, and every moment was filled with terror.

The glass's world was a place of darkness and despair, where the sky was always black, and the ground was made of cold, hard gravestone. Alice wandered the thoroughfares, looking for a way out, but there was none. She saw other people, just like her, trapped in the glass's world, their faces twisted in agony.

Alice soon realized that the glass wasn't just a simple piece of cabinetwork. It was a gateway to another realm, a place where the laws of reality didn't apply. She saw effects she could noway explain, brutes that defied description, and horrors that made her laugh in terror.

As time passed, Alice began to lose track of who she was. Her recollections faded, and she came a shell of her former tone. The only thing that remained was her fear, an ever-present terror that followed her far and wide she went.

One day, Alice stumbled upon a group of people who had also been trapped in the glass's world. They had formed a community of feathers, living in fear of the glass and its crooked reality. They told Alice that they had been searching for a way out for times, but so far, they had set up nothing.

Together, they tried to find a way out of the glass's world. They searched high and low, looking for any indication that might lead them to freedom. But no matter what they did, they always ended up back where they started, trapped in the glass's world.

As the times passed, Alice's fear turned to wrathfulness. She came determined to escape the glass's grasp, no matter what it took. She studied the glass, learning everything she could about its parcels and its origins. She discovered that it had been created by a important conjurer , who had used dark magic to produce a gateway to another realm.

Alice knew that the only way to escape the glass's world was to destroy the glass itself. She gathered the others, and together, they came up with a plan. They would use their collaborative power to break the glass's enchantment, freeing them from its grasp.

They performed a ritual, pouring all their energy into breaking the glass's spell. The glass shook and quivered, and for a moment, it looked like they had succeeded. But also, with a blaring crack, the glass shattered into a million pieces.

Alice felt a swell of energy marshland over her, and suddenly she was standing in her living room, looking at the broken remains of the glass. She was free, eventually free from the glass's crooked reality.

Alice looked out the window and saw the sun shining down on the world outdoors. She felt a sense of stopgap, a feeling she had not endured in times. She knew that she had been given a alternate chance, and she was determined to make the utmost of it.

But indeed as she stepped outdoors, Alice could not shake the feeling that commodity was watching her, staying for her to slip up so it could drag her back into the glass's world. She knew that the glass's power was still out there, staying for its coming victim. And so she pledged to noway forget the horrors she had endured, and to always be watchful, in case the glass ever returned to claim her again.

Alice took a deep breath, feeling the warm sun on her face. She closed her eyes and rumored a prayer of thanks, thankful to be alive and free. She turned and walked down from the shattered remains of the glass, determined to leave it before ever.

But indeed as she walked down, Alice could not shake the feeling that commodity was still out there, staying for her. She knew that the glass's power was still strong, and that there were other objects out there just like it, staying to trap unknowing victims in their crooked realities.

Alice decided that she'd devote her life to finding and destroying these accursed objects, so that no bone

differently would ever have to suffer the way she did. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to make a difference.

And so, Alice set out on her charge, traveling the world in hunt of accursed objects, and destroying them one by one. She faced numerous troubles along the way, but she noway gave up. She knew that her charge was important, and that the lives of innumerous others depended on her success.

Times passed, and Alice grew old, but she noway lost her determination. She continued to fight against the darkness, until the day she eventually destroyed the last accursed object.

As she lay dying, girdled by her favored bones

, Alice smiled, knowing that she had done everything she could to make the world a better place. She closed her eyes and took her final breath, at peace with the knowledge that she had fulfilled her fortune.

And in that moment, the sun shone a little brighter, and the world felt just a little bit safer, thanks to the courage and determination of one woman who refused to let the darkness palm.