The Man Who Walked Into the Mirror

So, there was this guy. Nobody knew much about him no friends, no family, not even a proper nameplate on his door. He lived in a dusty old room, way too quiet for most people’s comfort. Inside? Just a wooden chair, a small desk, and a huge mirror hanging on the wall. That mirror… that was basically his world.

Every day, like clockwork, he’d wake up and go stand in front of that mirror. He wouldn’t just glance and move on like most folks do—no, he’d stare. Sometimes for hours. You could say he was trying to figure something out. Not just how he looked, but like, who he was.

One day, he kinda laughed to himself and said out loud, “Who are you?”

Nobody answered, obviously. Just the same tired face staring back.

But after that, he started talking to it more. Like it was a person.

A week or so later, something weird happened. He touched the glass… and it wasn’t cold. It felt soft, like water. He pulled his hand back, freaked out, then touched it again—same thing. He didn’t tell anyone (not like there was anyone to tell). Next morning, he moved a chair in front of the mirror, sat down, and whispered something like, “If you’re a door, open up.”

And believe it or not… the mirror actually started to glow. Slowly, this shape showed up—like a doorway, right there in the glass.

He stood up, walked toward it without really thinking, and just… stepped in. No goodbyes, no notes. Nothing.

Years Later...

The room stayed empty for a long time. Dust came back. The mirror stayed.

Then, one day, a new guy moved in. He wasn’t anything special—quiet, young, maybe a little lost like the last guy. First few days, he ignored the mirror. But after a while, he started noticing… stuff. Like sometimes he’d pass by and think he saw movement when there wasn’t any.

Eventually, he started sitting in front of it, just watching. Some nights, he swore he saw someone deep inside. A shape. A shadow. Not a reflection.

One night, right at midnight, the mirror glowed again. Just like before. The guy stood up, staring, frozen. Inside the mirror was… someone. A man. Pale face, sunken eyes. He looked like he’d been in there a long, long time.

Then the weirdest thing happened—his own reflection didn’t follow him anymore. He moved his hand. The reflection just stood there, staring back.

Then it smiled.

Before he could react, the reflection stepped out. Just walked right out of the glass.

And him? He got pulled in.

Now, the guy who stepped out looked just like him, talked like him but it wasn’t him. It was the one from before, wearing a new face.

And the real one? He was trapped. Behind the glass. Screaming silently. No one hears that kind of scream.

Final Thought:

People say mirrors just show you what’s real. But what if sometimes… they take something from you? Something you didn’t even know could be taken.

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