Scary stories I wrote

Reflections in the Dark

Late one night, Emily stumbled upon an antique store tucked away in the corner of a forgotten street. The shop, dimly lit by flickering candles, was filled with strange trinkets and dusty relics. At the back of the store, a large, ornate mirror caught her eye. Its frame was carved with twisting vines and strange, glaring faces.

"That mirror is not for sale," the old shopkeeper warned when he noticed her interest. His voice trembled slightly, but Emily shrugged off his warning. She was drawn to it, an inexplicable force tugging at her curiosity.

Against the shopkeeper's wishes, she bought the mirror, determined to take it home. Once it was hung in her bedroom, Emily began to notice strange things. At first, it was subtle-shadows seemed to move in the glass, rippling across the reflection when nothing in the room was moving. Then came the whispers, soft at first, barely audible. But each night, they grew louder.

One evening, after the whispering became unbearable, Emily stood in front of the mirror and stared into it. As her reflection gazed back, something changed. Her eyes-no, the eyes of the reflection-twitched unnaturally, staring just past her. The reflection began to smirk, though Emily's face remained frozen in terror.

Suddenly, the glass rippled like water, and a shape began to emerge. It was the outline of a figure, distorted and grotesque. Its skin was pale, stretched too thin over long, claw-like fingers, and its eyes were hollow, void of any humanity. The thing in the mirror mimicked Emily's every movement, but now it was closer to the surface, its clawed hands pressing against the glass.

Emily backed away, but the creature mimicked her retreat, until it was pounding against the other side of the mirror, its claws scratching at the surface. The whispers turned to hisses, and then, with a crack, the glass shattered.

Shards of mirror flew across the room, and Emily screamed, but when she looked at where the mirror once stood, it was whole again. But now, her reflection was gone. In its place was the creature, grinning at her from the other side of the glass.

Without warning, it lunged. Emily stumbled back, but it was too late. The creature's hands reached through the surface of the mirror, grabbing her and dragging her toward the glass. She fought, but the pull was too strong. Her screams echoed in the room as she was pulled into the dark, cold void behind the glass.

The next day, the mirror was found hanging perfectly in place, the bedroom empty, except for the faint sound of whispering... waiting for someone else to look too closely.

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