Mirror Whisper

Through the Shattered Glass - Part 2

Reflections of Dread

Eva had barely escaped the twisted realm behind the mirror, her heart racing from the terror that still clung to her thoughts. The shards of the mirror lay in ruins back in the abandoned mansion, and she was convinced that the nightmare was over.

But nightmares, as she would soon realize, aren't so easily left behind.

A week had passed since that fateful night, and although Eva tried to resume her life, a persistent unease gnawed at her. The sensation of being watched had rooted itself deep in her bones. Every reflective surface-a spoon, a window, even a puddle-would catch her eye, making her heart skip a beat. Sometimes, she would see something-just out of the corner of her vision-her reflection moving a split second too late, or a faint shadow that shouldn't have been there.

At first, she convinced herself it was trauma playing tricks on her mind. But soon, the horrors of her past encounter began to spill into the present, making it impossible to ignore.

The First Sign

It was on a quiet Tuesday evening when the first undeniable sign of the mirror's curse returned. Eva was preparing dinner in her small, dimly lit kitchen. The soft hum of the stove filled the room, and the rhythmic chopping of vegetables was the only other sound breaking the silence.

As she reached for a glass of water, her gaze wandered to the small mirror hanging by the kitchen door. She froze. For just a fraction of a second, she saw it-the reflection of her own face, but something was off. The eyes staring back at her weren't hers. They were darker, emptier, with a glint of malevolence she hadn't seen since that night.

She blinked, and it was gone.

Eva tried to dismiss it, shaking her head and rubbing her temples. "It's just stress," she muttered to herself, returning to her task. But deep down, she knew something wasn't right.

The Nightmares Return

That night, sleep didn't bring her peace. It brought her back to the mansion.

In her dream, she stood once more in front of the shattered mirror. The room around her was dark and decaying, just as she remembered. Cold air brushed against her skin, and the silence was suffocating. She could feel the eyes of the mirror staring at her, even though it was broken into countless shards.

Slowly, the pieces of glass began to levitate, spinning in the air like a whirlwind. From within the mirror, a distorted version of herself began to emerge-her reflection - but twisted. Its skin was pale, almost translucent, and its eyes were hollow, glowing faintly with a dark, inhuman energy.

"Eva..." the reflection whispered, its voice like the wind howling through an empty graveyard.

Eva tried to move, to run, but her feet were rooted to the spot. She could only watch in horror as the reflection stepped closer, its body warping and distorting as it crossed the threshold from the mirror's world into her own.

With a scream, Eva awoke, drenched in cold sweat, her heart hammering in her chest. The clock on her nightstand blinked 3:00 AM, the witching hour.

She couldn't shake the feeling that the nightmare wasn't just a dream-that it was a warning.

Haunted by Shadows

Over the next few days, Eva's life spiralled into a waking nightmare. The strange occurrences grew more frequent. Every mirror she looked into seemed to distort her image ever so slightly. At first, it was subtle-the reflection would linger for a moment too long or smile when she wasn't. But soon, the changes became more obvious.