A Haunted Mirror

The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own.

At first, I thought it was a trick of the light or a smudge on the glass. But as I leaned in closer, I realized that the figure staring back at me was someone else entirely. It was a woman with long, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She wore a white dress that flowed around her like a ghostly mist. I didn't recognize her, but something about her made me uneasy.

After turning away from the mirror, a chill went up my spine. As I walked back into my bedroom, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. Over the next few days, I became obsessed with the mirror. I spent hours staring into it, trying to catch another glimpse of the woman in white. But she never appeared again.

The nightmares began right then. Every night, I dreamed of the woman in white reaching out from the mirror, her cold fingers wrapping around my throat. I would wake up gasping for air, my heart racing.

I tried to ignore the dreams, but they only grew worse. Soon, I began to see the woman in white during the day as well. She would appear in the corner of my eye, vanishing as soon as I turned to look at her. I was aware that I had to remove the mirror. It was cursed or haunted or something.

But every time I tried to move it, I felt a force holding me back. It was as if the mirror was alive, and it didn't want to let me go.

Suddenly things altered one day. As I stared into the mirror, the woman in white appeared once again. But this time, she wasn't alone. Behind her, I could see another reflection - one that looked just like my own. I watched in horror as the two reflections began to merge. My reflection became distorted, and twisted until it was no longer recognizable.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the merging stopped. I stumbled back from the mirror, feeling dizzy and disoriented. But as I looked around my bedroom, I knew something was wrong. It was as if the world had shifted, just slightly, out of focus. Objects that had been on my bedside table were now on the floor. A different hue of blue was present in the curtains. Even the air felt different - thicker, somehow.

I tried to shake it off, telling myself it was just my imagination. But as the days passed, the changes became more pronounced.

The world around me was slowly shifting, becoming more and more like the alternate reality I had glimpsed in the mirror. I tried to tell myself it was just a dream, a nightmare that had come to life. But as the weeks turned into months, I knew the truth.

The mirror had opened a doorway to another world, one that was now bleeding into my own. I could feel the woman in white watching me, waiting for her chance to cross over. And I knew that if I didn't find a way to stop her, she would take over my world completely. So I did the only thing I could think of. I smashed the mirror into a million pieces, hoping to seal off the gateway between the two worlds.

But it was too late. The woman in white had already crossed over, and she was coming for me. I could feel her presence growing stronger every day as if she was slowly taking over my body. I tried to fight back, but it was no use. The woman in white had already won. And as I looked into the mirror one last time, I saw her reflection staring back at me - a smile on her lips and madness in her eyes.