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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.
The Widow's Call. Top Story - January 2024.
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Percy obscured the foreground, followed by Donaghue, and finally myself in the rear. We rocked in the belly of a merchant vessel bound for the Royal coast; the mirror was the first piece of cargo stumbled upon in our pursuit of transport treasure.
By Zack Graham3 years ago in Horror
The Shattered Reflection
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I blinked, rubbed my eyes, and looked again, but the stranger continued to stare back at me, his gaze unwavering. The man in the mirror was an older version of myself, weathered and worn, with deep creases etched into his face. He bore a chilling smile, his eyes filled with darkness.
By Timothy Dixon3 years ago in Horror
Hello, Mirror
"The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own." Elvira whispered. Princess Moremi looked at the mirror her sister described earlier as dusty, rusted and shattered. Though the mirror she gazed at now was perfectly in tact. There was no damage to it's glass, the beautiful silver dragons encasing the mirror were un-rusted and the edges of the mirror looked more polished than dusty. Elvira's long black hair and bright blue eyes reflected back at her, same as Moremi's long silver hair and gold eyes reflected back at her with no marks, no error, no broken glass and last of all lacking any conscious that would imply the reflections were more than a reflection.
By Kaliyah Myers3 years ago in Horror
Inner Demons
It was a dark and stormy night, and I was lying in bed, tossing and turning as I battled with my emotions. On one side, there was "Me," the rational and logical side of myself, trying to keep everything under control. On the other side, there was "I," the emotional and impulsive side of myself, driving me to the brink of insanity.
By Mogomotsi Moremi3 years ago in Horror
Behind the Veil
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was subtle at first, a slight distortion, but it was definitely there. I tried to shake it off, dismissing it as a trick of the light or my imagination gone wild. But each time I looked in the mirror, the reflection became more and more vivid until it was undeniably a different person staring back at me. It was a woman, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She looked practically identical to me, except for one thing - her expression. It was sinister, a twisted grin that sent shivers down my spine.
By Dylan smith3 years ago in Horror
The Broken Mirror
One day, I noticed that the mirror was showing me a reflection that wasn't mine. Instead, I saw a woman with dark hair and a face that looked familiar but also unsettling. As I tried to touch the glass, the mirror began to glow and the woman's reflection started to move, as if she was trying to break free from the glass. Suddenly, the mirror shattered and I fell backward, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.
By USMAN KHAN3 years ago in Horror
Infinity Mirror
1 "The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I desperately tried to count towards the image that's not exactly me, but..." Arlo considers his following words carefully. "The closer I get, the darker it gets. And there's this build-up of contempt...this...this deluge of self-hate. I won't go back into that room."
By Carl DeScott3 years ago in Horror
Kupid
!!!!!The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own!!!!! It bled images of lovely sultry and mysterious petaled faces staring back at me. In great puzzlement, I wondered how that was at all possible, no such images were around me. Now it has changed to a dark beauty, a potpourri of delectably sweet nectar seeping from her eyes and skin. I was mesmerized, fascinated and horrified.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Horror
Empty Eyes
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Big round empty eye sockets stared back at me. I scanned the mirror to see if I could recognize the rest of the face, but I couldn't see anything beyond the empty eye sockets. I could never get beyond the vast darkness of the holes. I was scared the first time I saw the empty sockets, but as time has pushed on, I've become more curious about the darkness. Now I stare intently into the abyss, hopeful that the void will welcome me home and that I will be sucked through the sockets. Maybe they're a portal. I stand and stare in the mirror every day.
By Yvonne Glanville3 years ago in Horror
