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The Mirror in The Room [On Hold]

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Reads 21
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Parts 5
Time 44m

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Imagine this, you're just sitting home alone in your living room, watching TV. Your parents are out of town. All of a sudden your entire house starts to shake. No else feels it when you ask. The question rising in your mind is, "what caused it?"

***

Kristen Archer was just sitting in her living room when her house starts to shake. Thinking it was an earthquake, she calls her friends asking them if they felt it too.

The worst part is, they didn't.

On top of that, there was a flash of light coming from her room upstairs.

She goes upstairs to investigate. Looking around in her room, she see something that wasn't there before. A mirror.

A small, metal-framed mirror appeared on the wall in your room. Nothing else was moved, touched, and no note. No other changes happened other than the mirror.

The biggest question is,

Where did it come from?

***

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Home {Sonic x Reader} by Jollyisor

(Might Contain Strong Language) (Y/n), a young teenager living her normal human life. Wake up, go to school, go home, sleep. Everyday was the same. Wake up, go to school, go home, sleep. Over and over again. They were tired of being a small speck in this gigantic world, floating around, waiting for something to happen, to feel anything but... Nothing. One day, while (Y/n) was sitting in class, drawing circles on her scars with a sharpie, a large earthquake hit the small city (Y/n) lived in. All the students were panicking, teachers trying to get them undercover. (Y/N) quickly tucked under her desk, not sure what else to do. Little did she know it wasn't an earthquake. It was a villan from a different world. What will happen when (Y/n) is taken from her home, used as an experiment by this villain? What will happen when her hero turns out to not be the hero she expected? *This story was written by an awkward/weird 15 year old. Please keep that in mind as you read*

Mad About You by CapricornOdyssey

"But what do you believe?" "I don't know. I don't even know if any of this is even real." I placed my hands over my face in frustration. Was I losing it? Suddenly his hands touched mines and pulled it away from my face. "Throw reason out and just listen to this." He said pointing down to my chest. He put his hand to my cheek, and I closed my eyes feeling the electric shock again pulsating from his hand to my cheek. I opened my eyes, and I knew without a doubt that he had no evil bone in his body. But then that meant that he had to be innocent and that the reports were wrong. "Okay so what do you suggest we do in figuring out how you and your girlfriend got killed if you didn't do it?" "I have a theory..." Before I could even blink, his lips were on mine and I could feel my body going into a frenzy. I felt like I was spinning around and around in a vortex. And then everything turned dark with only the sound of a guitar riff. *************************************** 17-year-old Anya Little must form a somewhat symbiotic relationship with a ghost that haunts the house she currently lives in to find out what happened 30 years ago the night he and his girlfriend, Annie, who turns out to be her doppelganger, died. Romance, Paranormal, Supernatural, Mystery, Crime, Reincarnation, Spirits, Sex, Love, 1980s, 1989

REFLECTIONS by Francizdolla23

Emily Brooks, seeking a fresh start, moves into a charming but old apartment. In the living room, she discovers an antique mirror, accompanied by a cryptic note: "The mirror shows what the eyes cannot." Initially dismissing it as a quirky piece of furniture, Emily soon experiences unsettling occurrences. Her reflection begins to act independently, displaying disturbing and eerie scenes not present in reality. Curious and alarmed, Emily learns from her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Hargrove, that the mirror was once owned by Lydia Darrow, a woman who vanished mysteriously years ago. The rumor is that Lydia was obsessed with the mirror, which is said to be cursed. Driven by a need for answers, Emily investigates Lydia's history and discovers hidden symbols on the mirror's frame that seem to suggest a dark, arcane connection. As the mirror's influence grows, Emily's reality distorts, revealing her deepest fears and regrets. Her confrontation with the mirror reveals a nightmarish alternate dimension where she encounters Lydia Darrow, now a spectral figure trapped within. Lydia's despairing message hints that Emily may be the next victim of the mirror's curse. Desperate to escape, Emily faces her own inner demons and finds the strength to break free. She returns to her reality, only to find the mirror calm and seemingly benign. However, as she prepares to leave the apartment, her reflection in the mirror gives a knowing smile and whispers, "It's not over." Emily leaves, but the mirror's eerie allure remains, hinting at its persistent, dark influence. The story concludes with lingering suspense about whether the mirror's malevolent force has truly been vanquished or if it is merely biding its time for another victim

MAYBE FOR THE BETTER by dianuhz

Tanner Archer, a teenage boy haunted by the molestation by his father, finds himself in a world full of confusion when he is mysteriously placed right in the middle of a child murder investigation inside his childhood town, somehow connecting his soul with the dead; being put in a vital position of whether to turn to sanity, or lose his mind reviewing his past that draws near a possible child serial killer. Meanwhile, Deputy Deborah Barley has an overwhelming pressure on her shoulders with the sudden disappearance of 12-year-old Alicia Sparks, the girl who vanished just before Christmas, as well as the discovery of an unidentified bundle of human-child bones. In the journey she undergoes, gorey secrets begin to emerge from the depths of the town she once called home. And whispers of townspeople grow louder, old stories from the past now becoming prevalent to the dire question: "What happened to Alicia Sparks?" **WARNING!** [This story contains depictions of the following: mentions of CSA, self-harm, depression, sexual scenes, & mentions of suicidal tendencies.] THANK YOU! **COVER IS NOT MINE! YOU CAN FIND IT ON: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/140385713378792401/**

Mirror Mirror On The Wall by AruthorTheKing

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Archer's Wind 2 (Mpreg) by lovelyfaye27

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California Under Attack: The Tragedy of Kassie by 5thWaveMovie

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Reflected sorrows by Gothicwriter24

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Reveur by DaviiLikesYou

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Archer's Wind 2 (Mpreg) cover

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Forever Fighting | ✔️ | [previously Espionage: double-cross] cover

Home {Sonic x Reader}

(Might Contain Strong Language) (Y/n), a young teenager living her normal human life. Wake up, go to school, go home, sleep. Everyday was the same. Wake up, go to school, go home, sleep. Over and over again. They were tired of being a small speck in this gigantic world, floating around, waiting for something to happen, to feel anything but... Nothing. One day, while (Y/n) was sitting in class, drawing circles on her scars with a sharpie, a large earthquake hit the small city (Y/n) lived in. All the students were panicking, teachers trying to get them undercover. (Y/N) quickly tucked under her desk, not sure what else to do. Little did she know it wasn't an earthquake. It was a villan from a different world. What will happen when (Y/n) is taken from her home, used as an experiment by this villain? What will happen when her hero turns out to not be the hero she expected? This story was written by an awkward/weird 15 year old. Please keep that in mind as you read