The Cursed Mirror

It was a deep, quiet night. The wind was crying outside, rattling the windows of the old house. The shadows on the horns seemed to move easily, as if something invisible was lurking in the darkness.

Latour had just moved to this old two-storey home on the outskirts of the city. It had been abandoned for years, its dust was covered in dust and vestibule, which was ruled by a giant banyan tree. Locals whispered strange stories about the house, but Latul never believed in ghosts or curses. He loved horror stories, but he didn't think they were real. But

started doing something strange on the first night. He often felt that someone else was inside the house and was watching him from the shadows. Sometimes he could swear he saw the flicker in the mirror, but when he turned it was nothing.

The Curse of the Mirror One day, when Latul finds an old mirror in a dusty corner as he explores the house. Despite a thick layer of dust on the surface, there was a decorated wooden frame, his glass.

A little above the mirror he felt uneasy, but he still decided to hang it on the wall of his bedroom.

During the first two nights everything seemed normal. But soon something strange was caught.

He noticed that his reflection in the mirror looked different. It moved just a few seconds more than he did. Her eyes looked dark, and her lips curved with a subtle, scary smile.

At first he thought it was nothing more than his imagination. But then one night something terrible happened.

Tonight, when he returned from the toilet, he stopped in front of the mirror - and his blood turned cold.

His reflection did not move at the same time as him. Instead, it stood still...and slowly, his lips moved.

"Rathe..."

The voice was whispering, cool and unnatural.

Latul resigned, but his remorse did not resign due to his fear. Instead, it lifted its hand and grabbed the glass as if it were about to release itself.

A sudden, sudden, icy wind struck the room, placing the curtains in the foreground. The whole house seemed to be shaking.

The illustration in the mirror was no longer a perfect copy of him. His skin was pale, his eyes sunk, full of dark hunger. And...it made me smile.

Old Story

The next morning, shaken by the core, Latul went directly to the homeowner, the old man who leased his title.

As Rathrul said to the scary events, the old man's face became darker. "Did you stand in front of this mirror?" The man asked for a bare voice of his own voice over the whisper.

Rathe nodded. "Yes, it was already home. why? "

The old man sighed deeply, "This mirror is over a century ago. A woman named Mrinal lived in this house a long time ago. One night she was standing in front of this mirror, but... she never came back. "

what does "

mean? "

they found their bodies in front of the mirror," the old man continued. "Since then, those who have been looking at this mirror for too long have begun to change. Her soul is captured inside...and something else takes their place. "

ran down a cold on Latul's spine. The whole house felt unnaturally cold. Then suddenly, a weak, eerie laugh echoed through the room.

Voice whispered from the mirror: "Let Me Out..."

The breath of Ratul's neck. He approached, and his reflection was no longer his own.

A woman was standing on the other side. Her face twisted, her eyes turned black like deep by.

Then I shot it out of the mirror without warning! It reached for him, his cold fingers grazing his skin.

was paralyzed with fear, and Latul stumbled, but the mirror moved more strongly. He felt pulled towards the glass. He fought screaming, but his strength was merciless.

The last destiny

The next morning the old landlord arrives and sees it at Latour.

But the house was empty.

Except one.

The

Latulus clock was on the floor in front of the mirror.

The old man hesitated before looking at the glass...and what he saw was freezing his blood.

A pale figure was caught and twisted inside the mirror. It was Latour. His eyes were filled with quiet screams. 444 444 and the words appeared in deep purple letters on the glass:

"I'm free now."