Creepypasta Corner

The Looking Glass

Hello,my name is Preston. I was born in Las Vegas,Nevada. I never knew my real father. But I did have a fatherly figure in my life,his name was Mike,my mother's boyfriend,whom later became her second husband.

Mike had three kids on his own,who I came to consider  my blood siblings. Their names were Gilbert,who was fourteen,Kristina who was twelve,and Sarah,who was eleven.

We lived in Las Vegas for the first four years of my life and after that we moved to Michigan. I don't recall much,but what I do recall is that somewhere alone the lines,both of my step sisters had developed Eisoptrophibia,the fear of mirrors,and that because of this event we had to get rid of all the mirrors in the house. Both of my sister's screamed when they looked their reflection in the mirror. God,how I could forget that?

Well,after we moved to Michigan,my mother and step father only kept one mirror in the entire house. It was put in their bedroom upstairs, far away from any of our bedrooms,which were all downstairs.

I was too young to exactly understand why there were no mirrors in the house,I mean,I realized that my sister's were afraid of them,yes. But I was too young to comprehend that this was a psychological fear,and had often questioned myself just what was so scary about the looking glass,as I called when I was young.

As time passed on,I had no longer paid attention to the fact that my sisters were afraid of mirrors,or questioned why anymore. I went on to cartoons and video games,as most young children do. After nothing was mentioned of my sisters fear anymore,I just put into the back of my young,feeble mind.

Life went on for me as a normal child from then on,I bonded with my brother over video games,and had often even humored my sisters by letting them use me as a human dress up doll. By the time I was six,I was close to my siblings as I could be. Every chance I got,I would spend time with them playing video games or watching WWE Wrestling.

I wasn't too much before we had all noticed my step father was acting strange; He would willingly work more hours and take double shifts,anything really to stay out of the house,or away from mom. Mike even started sleeping in the couch, instead of his room with mom. I became scared,and thought something bad was going on between Mike and mom,and I didn't want to lose my siblings.

Gilbert and my two sisters then begun to attempt to include both mom and dad in on our own activities in order to keep them together. For a while,this seemed to have been working. Mike went from taking extra shifts to stay at home more often,but still slept on the couch.

One night I woke up thirsty for a glass of water,and as I got to the kitchen I realized the lights were already on,and I heard voices from behind the door. I put my ear to the door,and overheard a conversation between my mother and my step father.

My mother was talking about how she gets lonely at night because of Mike sleeping on the couch,to which Mike replied,"I am sorry but seeing that terrified me too much to ever step foot in the room again."

The next day,I told my brother and two sisters what I had overheard,mom and Mike talking about,and what he said. Gilbert got frantic,thinking that what Mike said meant there might be something dangerous in their room,which would eventually harm my mom,or even one of us. Kristina told him to calm down,assuring him that she would speak to mom about it.

Later that night,when Mike was working my mom sat Gilbert,Sarah,Kristina and I down, and told us that Mike had Eisoptrophibia as well. Gilbert,upon hearing this,was relieved of his fear of being something dangerous in the house. I might have been young but I remember that during out talk,my mom had seemed worried,but I had this sense of relief and wasn't too worried about about it at the time.