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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.
Reflection
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Looking back, I should’ve recognized something was amiss. Most things felt as if they weren’t as they appeared. The reflection looked as I did. The facial expressions mimicked my own. Her face was nearly identical. Her gaze was not as it was prior to that day. Her gaze now questioned me, challenged me and mocked me. The person in the mirror winked at me as I backed away from their stare. I questioned them with my brows and a devious smirk is what was returned. I felt the low bass of a chuckle. I sensed a malevolent energy pulsating towards me.
By Tabatha Ann/ Tee Mee3 years ago in Horror
Heeere's Trauma!. Top Story - June 2023.
***Content Warning: Abuse*** The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I stood there, hair dripping, wrapped in a yellow striped towel, white-knuckling the cold ceramic sink. My reflection did the same, but still, something was off. My palms were all that supported my teetering balance as I leaned in and inspected the faux visage for its defining flaw.
By Meagan Dion3 years ago in Horror
The Darkness in the Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was an old man, with wrinkles etched deep into his face and eyes that looked as though they had seen too much, and wanted to see more. And then there was the blood. I shuddered and turned away, wondering if I was losing my mind. But as I glanced back, the reflection was still there, staring back at me with a look of malice.
By Randy Dannenfelser3 years ago in Horror
Quicksilver
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Missing hair, missing teeth, gums bleeding, chiaroscuro eyes. Red flakes of scalp peeling up from the radiation. Clothes getting grayer from the punishing washes. Soon I’d be forced to take off these clothes and put on the special robe, the one that never covered enough of me...the one that left me only shame and humiliation to stay warm by.
By Kathryn Carson3 years ago in Horror
Me
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Well, perhaps that wasn't quite accurate. It was still me, sort of, but it wasn't a reflection. The freckle on my- on our- cheek was on the same side, er, opposite sides, like we were staring at each other through a window. That, and Mirror-Kate sometimes wore different clothes than me. All things I had in my own wardrobe, just on different days. I tried tracking who wore what when, trying to see if there was any sort of consistent pattern, suggesting maybe a time discrepancy, but I couldn't find anything.
By Kyle Short3 years ago in Horror
Part of Me
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Sick and pallid, cheeks that were once the color of peonies now looked like the gray ash of burnt paper. This is what death looks like, I thought. Running my finger over cracked lips, tracing each crevice. This was my reality. Barely able to move, trapped in my childhood bedroom. Pictures of me smiling and laughing with friends, reminding me I would never be that girl again.
By Molly Stahl3 years ago in Horror
Shattered Mirror And Myself
“The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own.” Thando had been searching for the perfect decorative piece to add to her Gothic-style bedroom for quite some time now, and when she came across an old mirror with intricate carvings around the edges at an antique shop, she knew she had finally found what she wanted. She took the mirror home and hung it on her wall, admiring its beauty and intricate details. But what she didn't expect was the strange feeling of dread that soon followed. At night, when she would look into the mirror, Thando noticed a slight distortion in the reflection that slowly changed over time.
By Msawenkosi Kwinana3 years ago in Horror
The Man in the Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It was, yet it wasn’t. At first it was nothing serious, nothing to worry about. Just a flicker of an eyelid, barely noticeable in the beginning. Was it my eyelid flickering, or the reflection? Hard to tell. The strange feeling that the mirror was watching me was what had prompted me to make the purchase, naturally. I’ve always leaned towards the odd, the strange. The unfamiliar. This mirror, with its slightly brighter-than-the-real-world colouring, had fit the bill nicely. A neighbour’s yard sale had brought me out from the depths of my home, investigating the refuse of someone else’s life like some kind of garbage-fossicking wild beast.
By Dave Rowlands3 years ago in Horror
