100 Horror Stories

The Girl in the Mirror

The air was thick with anticipation as a group of teenage girls gathered in the dimly lit bedroom for a sleepover. Excited whispers filled the room as they huddled together, giggling and sharing stories late into the night.

As the hours passed and the clock ticked closer to midnight, the conversation turned to the supernatural, and one of the girls suggested playing the infamous "Bloody Mary" game.

"I dare you to summon Bloody Mary in front of the mirror," said Sarah, a mischievous glint in her eye as she looked at her friends.

The other girls exchanged nervous glances, but the thrill of the dare was too tempting to resist. With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, they gathered around the mirror, their faces reflecting in its surface.

"Are you sure about this?" whispered Emily, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

"Of course! It's just a silly game," replied Jenna, trying to sound confident despite the unease gnawing at her insides.

Taking a deep breath, they began to chant in unison, their voices echoing off the walls of the darkened room.

"Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary."

With each repetition of the name, the tension in the room grew thicker, until it felt as if the very air was charged with electricity. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the chanting stopped, and the room fell silent.

For a moment, nothing happened. The girls exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to expect. And then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, they began to see movement in the mirror.

At first, it was just a flicker of movement, a trick of the light perhaps. But as they watched in growing horror, the reflection in the mirror began to warp and distort, twisting into a grotesque and nightmarish visage.

And then, with a bloodcurdling scream, the figure of Bloody Mary emerged from the mirror, her eyes burning with an otherworldly fire as she reached out to claim her victims.

The girls screamed in terror as Bloody Mary's cold, skeletal hands closed around their throats, choking the life out of them. They struggled and thrashed, but it was no use—the vengeful spirit was too powerful, too relentless in her pursuit of vengeance.

Just when it seemed that all hope was lost, Jenna's hand brushed against something cold and metallic on the floor. With a surge of adrenaline, she reached out and grabbed hold of the object—a shard of broken glass from the shattered mirror.

With a desperate cry, Jenna plunged the shard into Bloody Mary's chest, the spectral figure letting out a piercing shriek of agony as she dissolved into a cloud of dark mist.

As the mist cleared, the girls found themselves alone in the room, their hearts pounding and their bodies covered in sweat. It was over—the nightmare had ended, but the memory of Bloody Mary's chilling presence would haunt them forever.