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The Shadowed Forest
The sun had long since set over the small, rural town of Millfield, casting the world into a thick, inky blackness. It was the kind of night that made you feel like you were being watched, like unseen eyes were watching your every move. The only sounds were the soft rustle of leaves in the wind and the distant hoot of an owl. Sarah had always been afraid of the dark, but tonight, that fear was reaching new heights. She walked briskly down the deserted street, her hand tight around her phone, hoping to reach her car before anything could happen.
By Arik Patel3 years ago in Horror
Tap, Tap, Tap
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. At first it was curious as my eyes noticed the darkness that peered at me from across the room. Was I dreaming? I could be dreaming. The air was cold though, and I could smell the scent of apples coming from my bathroom as the air-freshener just let out a puff. I never could feel or smell anything in my dreams. As my brain processed this and my eyes adjusted, focusing on the image, my heart started to speed up and my body became stuck in place with prickled skin. What was standing in front of me?
By Jessica Stratton3 years ago in Horror
The Mirror's Deception: A Reflection That Wasn't My Own
It was just an ordinary day when I woke up and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I stood in front of the mirror, I caught a glimpse of my reflection, but something was off. It took me a moment to realize that the person staring back at me wasn't me at all.
By junaid mughal3 years ago in Horror
Shattered Reality
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was the first time I had noticed it, and I was immediately unnerved. The figure staring back at me had a twisted, malevolent grin that seemed to mock my fear. I stepped back, trying to rationalize the illusion, but as I looked back, the reflection remained the same.
By Nikki Lynn3 years ago in Horror
The Reflection
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Once again, she stood on the other side. Smiling back at me. Although her smile seemed different today. It seemed to be a little... off, today. Behind her wasn't her usual floral pattern wallpaper like it always used to be. Instead, in place of the usual wallpaper I've grown used to see every day, was an open door to a whole new world. She just stood there. The reflection in the mirror right in front of me. Smile spread across her face. Thick dark brownish red lines had exited her eye sockets, falling down her cheeks until they reached the top of the top seam to her brightly colored white nightgown. Behind her I couldn't help but notice the colors looking brighter than ever. Usually, she was so dark. Darkened. Her hair. Her eyes. Her skin. Almost as if you couldn't own lightbulbs wherever she was. Dark. The only thing about this girl that wasn't dark was her nightgown. That brightly colored white nightgown. I always thought of it to be some sort of Victorian style; almost as if that could've been the time frame she was supposed to be in? Was it? Was she even a ghost? Could a ghost be a reflection in the mirror? She couldn't had been that old. She's young. She seems young. She seemed to resemble me.. in some way. The same hair. Similar facial features. She even had the exact same nose slope that I had.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet3 years ago in Horror
Someone Always Knows
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Again. A sigh left my lips as I looked once again. At first, when we came in this dreadful place – house would be too much of a sweet term – I quickly realized there was something wrong with the mirror in my room. Not that it mattered to me… after all, I didn’t really mind not having to see my face all the time.
By Michaela Plourde3 years ago in Horror
Cursed Mirror
In a small village nestled deep in the forest, there was a young girl named Sarah who had always been afraid of the night. As the sun began to set each evening, she would grow anxious and uneasy, feeling as though something sinister was lurking just beyond the edge of the light. Despite her fears, Sarah had always been fascinated by antique furniture.
By Ramya Kalingaraj3 years ago in Horror
A Symptom of Trauma
Content warning: Unreality, Miscarriage and discussions of abortion, discussion of medical issues and procedures, gaslighting (sort of), out of body experiences, body horror, and other horror elements. Also this is not a social commentary nor does it reflect any political views, it’s just a horror story. Please take care of yourself and do not read if you believe you’re unable to handle this subject matter!
By Cereal Oatmeal 3 years ago in Horror






