Broken Mirror Unknown Horror

The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was an eerie sight - the figure in the glass was distorted, almost alien, with eyes that seemed to glow red in the dim light. I shuddered and turned away, convinced that it was just a trick of the light or my own overactive imagination.

But the next night, as I walked past the mirror on my way to bed, I couldn't help but glance at my reflection again. And there it was - the same distorted figure, staring back at me with those glowing eyes. I rubbed my own eyes, convinced that I was hallucinating, but when I opened them again, the figure was still there.

I reached out to touch the glass, and that's when things started to get strange. The reflection rippled like water, and then suddenly, I was staring into a different room altogether. It was like looking through a window into an alternate reality - one where everything was slightly off. The room was empty, but it felt like someone had just left. There was a strange energy in the air, and it made my skin crawl.

For the next few nights, I found myself unable to resist the allure of the mirror. Each time I looked into it, I saw something new - a different room, a different figure staring back at me. It was like the mirror was showing me glimpses of a parallel world, one that was just beyond my reach.

But then, things started to change. The reflections in the mirror became more vivid, more intense. The figures started to move, to reach out as if they were trying to touch me. And then, one night, something truly terrifying happened.

As I looked into the mirror, the figure staring back at me began to change. Its skin turned a sickly green color, and its eyes grew even brighter, until they were almost blinding. And then, it spoke to me - a voice that seemed to come from the very depths of hell.

"Come to me," it said. "Come through the mirror, and join me in my world."

I was terrified, but I couldn't look away. The figure in the mirror was pulling me in, drawing me closer and closer until I was right up against the glass. And then, suddenly, I was through the mirror - on the other side, in the alternate reality that I had been seeing in the reflections.

It was a nightmare world, filled with grotesque creatures and twisted versions of the places I knew. And worst of all, I was trapped there, unable to find my way back to the real world. As the days turned into weeks, I felt my sanity slipping away, consumed by the horrors of this other world.

And then, one day, I woke up back in my own room, staring at the mirror with a sense of dread. I knew that the alternate reality was still out there, waiting for me. But now, I also knew that I had the power to resist its call, to keep myself safe from the horrors that lurked on the other side of the glass.

From that day on, I avoided the mirror at all costs, keeping it covered with a sheet so that I wouldn't be tempted to look into it again. But I knew that the alternate reality was still out there, waiting for its chance to break through into my world once again. And I couldn't help but wonder - how many other haunted mirrors were out there, waiting to reveal the horrors of the unknown to unsuspecting victims like me?