The Mirror That Whispers at Midnight

I never believed in curses until I moved into the old Ashwick house.

It stood at the edge of a quiet village, half-swallowed by a forest that locals called the Hollow Wood. The house was tall, with broken windows and ivy crawling up its brick walls like fingers trying to escape. People whispered about it. They said it was haunted. I didn’t care. The rent was low, and I was tired of running from my past.

The first few days were cold but peaceful. The floors creaked under my feet, and the wind howled through the chimney like someone crying far away. I kept the lights on at night, more out of habit than fear. But the attic always felt… different.

I found the mirror on my third night, when I decided to explore the upper rooms.

It was hidden beneath a white cloth in the attic, surrounded by dust and silence. I pulled the cover off, expecting just an old piece of furniture. What I saw made me pause.

The mirror was tall—at least seven feet—and framed in black wood, carved with strange symbols. I didn’t recognize the shapes. They looked ancient, almost alive. But what unsettled me most was how clean the glass was. Not a speck of dust. It was like someone had just wiped it down.

I should have left it covered. I should have walked away.

But I didn’t.

That night, just past midnight, I heard it.

A whisper.

At first, I thought it was the wind. Then it came again—soft, almost like a breath.

“Come closer…”

I sat up in bed, heart pounding. The room was quiet. Too quiet. I grabbed a flashlight and climbed the stairs. The attic door creaked open, and there it was—the mirror, glowing faintly in the dark.

The voice came again, clearer now.

“You look just like her.”

I froze. “Who?” I asked, without meaning to.

“The girl who lived here before you. She talked to me too.”

I swallowed hard. “Where is she now?”

“She stepped inside,” the mirror whispered.

A cold chill ran through my body.

“Inside what?”

The glass rippled like water, and for a moment, I saw her.

A girl stood in the mirror. Pale. Still. Eyes wide and hollow. She was looking at me, but she didn’t blink. She didn’t move.

I stumbled back. “What do you want from me?”

“To be free,” the voice said softly. “I’ve been trapped for so long. I only need one thing.”

“What is it?”

“Your reflection.”

I looked into the mirror. My own face stared back—frightened, confused, pale.

Then it blinked.

I didn’t.

I backed away, but the attic door slammed shut behind me. The light flickered, then went out. Darkness swallowed the room. Only the mirror remained, glowing faintly like a moonlit lake.

The voice turned colder.

“They always say no. At first.”

I pounded on the door, shouting. No one heard me. No one came. The mirror whispered my name again and again, like a lullaby. When I turned to look, my reflection was gone.

The girl was there instead.

Closer now.

She smiled.

I stayed in the attic until morning. When the sun rose, the door opened on its own. I ran. I packed my things. I left Ashwick house behind and never looked back.

But the mirror didn’t forget me.

It followed.

At first, it was only in dreams. I’d wake up gasping, heart racing, remembering the girl’s face behind the glass.

Then I started seeing her.

In store windows. In puddles. Even in the back of a spoon. Not my reflection—hers. Always watching. Always smiling.

A week later, I found a note under my apartment door. No name. No return address. Just five words written in neat black ink:

You are almost inside now.

I smashed every mirror in my home. It didn’t help.

Yesterday, I looked into my bathroom mirror and saw something I’ll never forget—my reflection blinked a second too late. And for just a moment… it smiled.

But I didn’t.

Tonight, I feel the pull stronger than ever. The whispers have returned, louder now. They echo in my ears even when I cover them.

So I’m writing this, hoping someone will read it. Hoping it might stop someone else from making the same mistake.

If you ever find yourself in Ashwick… and you hear the mirror whisper at midnight—

Don’t answer.

Don’t go closer.

Don’t look too long.

Because once it sees you…

It never lets you go.