Haunted Mirror Horror

As soon as I hung the antique mirror in my bedroom, I felt a sense of unease settle over me. It wasn't until later that night, when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the glass, that I realised why.

It started out as just a sense of being observed. I would glance over my shoulder, expecting to see someone standing there, but there was never anyone there. Then, the dreams started. Night after night, I would dream of the mirror, and in each dream, I was drawn closer and closer to it, until I was standing right in front of it, peering into the glass.

But it wasn't my own reflection that stared back at me. Instead, I saw a figure that was almost human, but not quite. Its skin was a sickly gray, and its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light. I could feel its cold breath on my neck as it whispered words that I couldn't understand.

The dreams were bad enough, but things took a turn for the worse when I started seeing the figure even when I wasn't asleep. It would appear in the mirror, lurking just beyond my own reflection. I would catch glimpses of it out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned to face it, it was always gone.

I tried to convince myself that it was just my imagination, that there was nothing actually there. However, one night, I awoke to find the figure standing at my bed's foot.

It didn't move, didn't make a sound. It just stood there, watching me with those glowing eyes. I couldn't move or even scream because I was paralyzed byfear.Then, just as swiftly as it had appeared, it disappeared.

At that point, I realised I had to get rid of the mirror. But despite my best efforts, I was unable to force myself to do it.was something about the glass, something that drew me to it despite the terror it brought.

I started researching the mirror's history, hoping to find some explanation for what was happening. It had belonged to a wealthy family in the 1800s, but beyond that, there was little information to be found. However, one story did stand out.

According to legend, a young woman had been murdered in front of the mirror, her blood staining the wooden frame. Her ghost was said to haunt the mirror, luring unsuspecting victims to their doom.

I tried to dismiss the story as superstition, but deep down, I knew it was true. I could feel the woman's presence in the room, and I knew that I was in danger.

I made one final attempt to rid myself of the mirror, reaching for it with shaking hands. But as soon as my fingers touched the glass, I was pulled into the mirror's depths.

I found myself in a strange, shadowy world, filled with the echoes of the past. The woman's ghost was there, beckoning to me with bony fingers. I tried to run, but it was like wading through thick, sticky tar. The ghost was getting closer, and I knew that if she caught me, I would be trapped in the mirror forever.

Just when I thought it was over, a figure stepped out of the shadows. It was a man, dressed in clothing that looked like it was from another era. I immediately took his hand when he extended it to me.

He led me through the twisted landscape of the mirror world, until we finally emerged back in my bedroom. The antique mirror was gone, replaced by a new one that looked almost identical.

The man turned to me, his eyes kind and understanding. "You are protected now, he whispered before disappearing into thin air.

I still don't understand what had happened, but I knew that I had been saved from a terrible fate. The new mirror was just an ordinary piece of glass, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that there was something different about it.

That evening, I rested sufficiently without precedent for weeks. I felt as though a weight had been lifted from my shoulders when I awoke the following morning. I went about my day, feeling more alive and free than I had in a long time.

But as the days went by, I started to notice something strange. Whenever I caught my reflection in the new mirror, I saw the same man who had rescued me from the mirror world. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but the more I looked, the more convinced I became.

The man wasn't scary or threatening, but his presence in the mirror was still unsettling. I tried to ignore him, but he was always there, watching me with those same kind and understanding eyes.

It wasn't until several months later that I finally learned the truth. I was at a friend's house, and I caught a glimpse of my reflection in her mirror. But this time, the man wasn't there. Instead, I saw something that made my blood run cold.

It was the ghost of the young woman who had been murdered in front of the antique mirror. Her eyes were filled with malice and hatred, and I knew that she had been following me all this time.

I realized then that the man in the mirror had been protecting me from her, keeping me safe from her malevolent influence. Without him, I would have been lost, trapped forever in the mirror world.

From that day on, I made sure to never let the ghost of the murdered woman get too close. I avoided mirrors whenever possible, and when I had to use one, I made sure to do it quickly, never lingering too long.

But even now, years later, I still can't shake the feeling that the man in the mirror is watching over me, keeping me safe from the ghosts and spirits that lurk just beyond the glass. And I know that as long as I have him, I'll never have to face them alone.