Broken Mirror

The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I blinked, certain that I was hallucinating. But when I opened my eyes, the image before me remained unchanged. The person staring back at me was someone I had never seen before, and yet their features were so familiar that it was unsettling.

The eyes were the same shade of green as mine, but they held a glint of madness that sent shivers down my spine. The hair was jet black, styled in the same way that I wore mine, but it was longer, reaching down to the waist. And the face was pale and gaunt, with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline that gave it an almost otherworldly quality.

I stepped back, reaching for the phone to call my sister. She was the only person who would believe me when I told her about the haunted mirror. But as I turned around, something caught my eye.

The room behind me was different. The furniture was the same, the walls were the same shade of white, but there was a darkness that permeated the air. It was like looking at a negative of a photograph, where everything was inverted.

I turned back to the mirror, my heart pounding in my chest. The reflection was still there, still staring at me with those unsettling green eyes. But now, there was a smile on their lips, a twisted grin that revealed a row of sharp teeth.

I couldn't take it anymore. I ran out of the room, slamming the door behind me. But as I fled down the hallway, I could feel something following me. A presence that was not quite there, but not quite gone.

Over the next few days, things only got worse. The mirror started showing me glimpses of the alternate reality it held. Scenes of carnage and destruction, of a world where the sky was always red and the ground was covered in ash.

And then, one night, I woke up to find myself standing in front of the mirror, my reflection smiling that same twisted grin. I tried to move, to break away from the mirror's hold, but it was like I was trapped in a nightmare.

And then, I saw something that made me scream. My reflection reached out of the mirror, its long fingers stretching towards me. And as they touched my skin, I felt a coldness that seemed to seep into my bones.

When I woke up the next morning, everything was different. The world around me was the same, but there was a feeling of wrongness that hung in the air. And as the days went by, I began to realize that the alternate reality that the mirror had shown me was bleeding into my world.

The sky was no longer blue, but a sickly shade of green. The trees were withered and twisted, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. And there were creatures that lurked in the shadows, creatures that had never been a part of my world before.

I knew that I had to do something, but I didn't know what. I tried to destroy the mirror, but every time I did, it would simply reappear, as if it had never been gone.

In the end, it was my sister who found a way to stop the bleeding. She went into the alternate reality, armed with nothing but a small vial of liquid that she said would seal the rift.

When she returned, the world was back to normal. The sky was blue, the trees were green, and the creatures were gone. But the mirror was still there, its surface reflecting the room around it, as if nothing had ever happened.

I don't know what would have happened if my sister hadn't intervened. All I know is that I never want to look into that mirror again.