CreepyPasta Stories

Mirror

As long as can I remember, I've had that mirror in my room. It was long and spanned over almost half the wall. Just a plain, simple mirror. My parents had told me it was there since we had moved in and thought it was certainly fitting for a girl like myself and thus, never thought to take it down.

I never thought much of it either. I would fix my hair, do my make up in front of it every morning and race out the door, never to give it a second thought. That is until I decided that I needed to have a change of pace, by renovating my room a little.

I asked my parents to have the mirror moved. Agreeing, we had some men come around and pry the old mirror off the wall without chipping or damaging it and had it propped on the wall of my walk-in wardrobe, in which it just barely fit.

Satisfied after the change I went about covering the wall with posters and postcards. Now that the faint outline of where the mirror had once resided was hidden. The mirror was never thought of again.

Till one night.

It was probably about a week after I had moved the mirror. My parents were away on a business trip and me and my two younger siblings had the house to ourselves. The day had gone well enough and I had put the two to sleep.

I lay in my bed,fast asleep. I wasn't the type to be woken easily however a feeling of unease washed over me as I slept. I found myself waking up in the middle of the night bathed in cold sweat. Breathing raspy breaths into the emptiness of my bedroom. The source of such a state was unknown. I didn't feel as if I had had a nightmare, nor was I feeling sick. But the pit of my stomach churned, as if warning me of something.

I pushed the feeling aside, hoping it would go away. It was about one o'clock in the morning and all as deathly quiet. I could hear my own breathing which I tried to steady, attempting fall back into my usual slumber. However in the darkness I heard an ever so quiet tap. A tap, like something knocking on glass.

Tap-tap.

I looked at the window, nothing was stirring the bushes outside my bedroom that could cause such a sound. So I turned back to face the wall.

Perhaps it was just my imagination, or maybe even mice, since the silence was so deafening that I could hear a pin drop.

Then I heard the sound again.

Tap tap. Tap tap.

Four taps, loud and clear, cut through the silence.

I paused, holding my breath, trying to listen for the source of the sound.

Nothing.

I held my breath for what felt like eternity,yet the tapping had ceased.

Exhausted, I convinced myself that it was lack of sleep that was causing me to over think things and so I shut my eyes, and tried to sleep once again.

Tap tap. Tap tap. Tap tap.

My eyes flew open as the tapping bored through the silence once again. I lay still, hoping it would cease as before.