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A World of Darkness and Desire
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. I stared at the image in front of me, feeling a shiver run down my spine. The person in the mirror had the same hair, the same eyes, and the same face as me, but there was something different about them. It was like looking at a version of myself that had been twisted and distorted by some unseen force. The longer I stared, the more I began to feel like I was looking at a stranger.
By Steffany Pope3 years ago in Horror
BROKEN MIRROR
As soon as Sarah saw the mirror at the antique shop, she knew she had to have it. It was a large, ornate mirror with an intricately carved frame that seemed to glow in the dimly lit shop. The glass was slightly warped, giving everything a dreamlike quality when reflected in its surface. Sarah was entranced by its beauty and immediately asked the shopkeeper how much it cost.
By muhammad khalid3 years ago in Horror
Horror story in mansion.
The old mansion on the hill had always been a place of mystery and intrigue. With its dark, foreboding façade and the overgrown garden that surrounded it, it had been the talk of the town for as long as anyone could remember. But no one had ever dared to venture inside.
By Hari Prasath3 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
Mirror mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. My raven hair was turned golden in this mirror. My sharp nose now reflected a pixie and my dark dry lips were softened with a dewy rose’ pigment. Whoever that was in the mirror, she was a goddess compared to me. This made my skin hot and my blood boil. As my rage built up I punched the reflection with both my fists. Although the image turned slightly frightened, the glass remained intact. As I was about to curse the forsaken mirror, a voice came from downstairs. “Honey it’s time for school” a docile voice echoed. Still fuming I caught my breath and grabbed my bag.
By Jessica Taylor3 years ago in Horror









