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.

After that incident, I couldn't get the image of the woman out of my head. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face and felt like she was trying to tell me something. Days later, I noticed that the reflection in the mirror was not quite right. There were small differences in my apartment, like different furniture arrangements and books on my bookshelf.

As the days went on, the differences became more significant, and I could see people walking around my apartment that weren't really there. They looked like they were from a different time, dressed in old-fashioned clothes and carrying lanterns. I tried to tell myself that it was just my imagination, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

One night, I woke up to the sound of glass shattering and saw that the mirror had somehow reassembled itself. The woman's reflection was back, and she was beckoning to me, her hand outstretched. I felt like the mirror was calling to me, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of it, staring into the woman's eyes.

She spoke to me in a language I didn't understand, but I could tell from her tone that she was scared and pleading for help. I reached out to touch the glass, and suddenly the world around me shifted, and I found myself in a dark, desolate wasteland.

The woman was pointing to a group of people being chased by demonic creatures, and I knew I had to do something. Then, I heard a voice in my head telling me to use the mirror. I looked back at the mirror, and the woman's reflection nodded, urging me to do as the voice said.

I reached out and touched the glass again, and suddenly I was back in my apartment, but something was different. The air was thick with the scent of smoke, and I could hear distant screams. The woman told me that the creatures were demons and could only be banished by using the power of the mirror.

I placed my hand on the glass and focused all my energy on banishing the demons. Suddenly, the mirror started to glow, and the demons started to retreat. I had saved the people in the other reality, and the woman's reflection smiled at me.

As the glow faded, I looked back at the room around me, and everything was back to normal. I had opened a door to another world, but I knew that things would never be the same. I made sure to keep the mirror covered to prevent anyone else from accidentally opening that door. However, I couldn't help but wonder what other horrors lay beyond it. The mirror had shown me the true power of the unknown, and I knew that I would never forget it.