"The Cursed Mirror: The Spirit That Returned at Midnight"

Introduction

At the far end of the city stood an abandoned mansion. For decades, no one dared to enter. But among the whispers of the locals, there was one object everyone feared the most — an old, black-framed mirror. They said a restless spirit was trapped inside, waiting… watching.

The First Encounter

Rahul was a photographer with a passion for exploring forgotten places. One day, he heard about this deserted mansion. Curious, he stepped inside, pushing past the creaking wooden doors.

The air felt unnaturally cold, as though the walls themselves were holding their breath. Then he saw it — the mirror. Dust clung to its frame, and yet, the glass seemed strangely clear. As Rahul gazed at his own reflection, he noticed something unsettling… his reflection moved a fraction of a second slower than he did.

The Shadow in the Mirror

At first, he thought it was just a trick of the light. But then, in the mirror, behind his reflection, a woman with long black hair covering her face appeared, dressed in white. She began moving closer. Rahul spun around. No one was there. But in the mirror, she kept coming… step by step.

The Breathless Moment

His chest tightened. The woman’s face slowly emerged from behind her hair — hollow, empty eye sockets stared back at him.

Then, in a sudden, sickening moment, she reached out from the mirror. Rahul felt a cold, lifeless touch brush against his hand.

The Curse’s Origin

Later, Rahul learned from an elderly local that decades ago, the mansion belonged to a wealthy man whose wife was mysteriously murdered. It was said that her soul never left. Her spirit was bound to that mirror, cursed to linger forever.

Anyone who dared to look into it at midnight… would hear her speak. And if they listened too long, they might never return.

The Last Photograph

Rahul ran from the mansion in terror. But later, when he checked his camera, his blood ran cold.

Every photograph he had taken that night showed the woman in white, standing somewhere in the frame. In the last picture, she was standing directly behind him — as if she had stepped out of the mirror and into his world.

Conclusion

Rahul has never spoken about that night again. Yet every time he looks into a mirror, he feels a pair of unseen eyes watching him from behind.

May be… the woman is no longer trapped inside the mirror. Maybe… she’s standing right behind you.