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Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
RIPPLES IN TIME
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. And it appeared to be a clone of me, standing in front of the fireplace. But when I looked directly at the fireplace, from my position on the bed, no one was there. When viewing the reflection in the mirror, I assumed the clone-like vision was a hallucination, but it continued to stare back at me. What I was experiencing was causing feelings within my being that I cannot adequately describe, but terrified comes close.
By Jon H. Davis3 years ago in Horror
Antique Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It had my height and build, but it wasn’t me. On the other side, I saw black claws protruding from my fingers. The lower half of my legs were bent at odd angles and resembled the hind paws of a wolf. And my face…it wasn’t there. A gloomy shadow covered the entire head. Two small white eyes were the only things that could be seen. I don’t know how long we stood staring at each other. Even if it was a few seconds, it felt like an hour. The figure looked like it was breathing heavily from the way its slightly hunched shoulders moved up and down. I glanced around the mirror and noticed we stood at the end of a hallway. Behind me, I saw an endless row of doors on either side. How did I get here?
By Anike Ayeni3 years ago in Horror
Snaggletooth
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. I called her Snaggletooth. She scared me at first. What twelve year old wouldn’t scream at some evil spirit with a bloody, jagged smile from ear to ear staring back through a dinged, silver hand mirror?
By Elizabeth Kaye Daugherty3 years ago in Horror
The Piano Lesson
[Please play the following video while reading The Piano Lesson.] The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Everything else looked the same. Miss Carmen’s walnut brown console piano sat there in its worn, weathered glory. Miss Carmen herself stood behind me, her familiar glare focused on the fingers of my right hand. That hand sat on the keyboard, frozen in the middle of a D major scale, middle finger perched uncertainly on the F natural I’d just played.
By Addison Horner3 years ago in Horror
A Victorian Mirror
Part I The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I jumped damn near out of my skin! I fell over the old wooden chair that once held its former tenant in front if this old Victorian style mirror. This old chair would not survive another bump like the one I just gave it, but it will hold for now. Why the chair seemed to matter at all while madness flashed in the reflection might be me holding on to a thin strand of sanity. We will get back to this part of the story.
By Jesse J. Rivas3 years ago in Horror
Appetite
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Not in my current state. Not in my current room. My fingers reached for my dry translucent skin but watched them find a sun-kissed freckle-splattered face framed by long auburn hair. Emerald eyes gleamed back at me and no longer clung to hope; they glistened with triumph. Surrounded by a range of trees in an empty forest, my reflection reminded me to look forward to the future.
By Holly Brinja3 years ago in Horror
Ghostly Memories
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. She looked just like me, but she was not me. I was sure of it. I stepped closer, leaned in, and breathed against the glass. My breath spiderwebbed and vanished, leaving behind a girl I didn’t recognize. No, I knew her. It was me, but better.
By Sarah DuPerron3 years ago in Horror
