The Shadow in the Mirror

It was the summer Elise inherited her grandmother’s old, creaky house in the countryside. The home was beautiful in a haunting way, with weathered wood, overgrown gardens, and an eerie silence that clung to every room. There was only one rule her grandmother had left in her will: “Stay away from the attic. Never look in the mirror.”

Elise thought it odd, but brushed it off as the eccentricity of a woman who had lived alone for decades. Yet, as the days passed, she couldn’t ignore the growing sense that something—or someone—was watching her.

On the third night, she began hearing sounds from the attic above her room. A low scratching, like nails scraping across wood. She tried to ignore it, convincing herself it was the wind or an animal trapped up there. But by the fifth night, curiosity got the better of her.

She climbed the narrow staircase leading to the attic, its door locked with a heavy brass latch. It took all her strength to turn it, the metal groaning as it finally gave way. The attic was dark and cold, dust hanging in the air like ancient whispers.

And in the center of the room stood an old, full-length mirror.

Its glass was dull, fogged with time, but as she approached, she felt a chill run down her spine. The mirror was old—older than the house itself, perhaps—and seemed to pull her gaze like a magnet. She remembered her grandmother’s warning, but in the haze of curiosity, Elise stepped closer, raising her hand to the glass.

Her reflection stared back, but something was… off. The face in the mirror held her own features, but her eyes looked hollow, empty, almost as if something dark lurked behind them. She blinked, and the reflection didn’t.

A shiver of fear shot through her as the reflection's mouth twisted into a sinister smile.

“Elise,” it whispered in a voice that was her own but twisted, darker, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

She stumbled back, her heartbeat a rapid drum, but her reflection stayed still, that haunting smile growing wider, more sinister. Shadows began to pool at the edges of the mirror, seeping out like a dark fog that clung to the floor.

The reflection’s hand pressed against the glass from the other side, but as Elise backed away, her own hand moved of its own accord, reaching out. She tried to pull back, but her arm was no longer hers—it was like a puppet under someone else’s control.

“Elise, we belong together,” the reflection hissed, pressing its face to the glass. And then, in a blink, it slammed its hand against the mirror, shattering it into hundreds of shards.

In an instant, Elise’s body was hers again. She stumbled back, her heart pounding as she stared at the fragments on the floor, each one reflecting her face, all of them smiling that same eerie smile. And then, one by one, the shards began to fade, until they were no longer her face at all—but empty, staring eyes, watching her from the darkness.

Panicked, she fled the attic, slamming the door behind her. But every mirror in the house now showed the same thing: not her own reflection, but the shadowy figure grinning from the depths of the glass, waiting.

As the night grew long, she heard it whispering her name from every corner. And as she looked into the bathroom mirror, it was no longer her own reflection, but something darker, with hollow, hungry eyes.

Her grandmother’s last warning echoed in her mind: “Stay away from the attic. Never look in the mirror.” But it was too late. Elise was trapped, her face now the twisted reflection that haunted the mirror’s depths.

And as dawn broke, only the shadow of her face lingered in the glass, waiting for the next to look too closely.

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