For years, the house sat untouched, a dark relic of its grim past. Stories of the mirror and its victims became the stuff of legend, scaring off any would-be buyers. But one cold winter evening, a man named Jack arrived at the mansion.
Jack was no stranger to haunted places. He was a paranormal investigator and had made a career debunking myths. When he heard the rumors of the cursed mirror, he saw an opportunity to expose the truth—or so he thought.
Equipped with cameras, recording devices, and an iron will, Jack stepped into the house. Dust coated every surface, and the air was thick with the scent of decay. The mirror, he'd been told, was still in the attic.
Jack ascended the creaking stairs and pushed open the attic door. There it was: the ornate, gilded mirror, standing as pristine as the day it was made. Its surface gleamed unnaturally in the dim light.
"This is it," Jack muttered, setting up his equipment. He aimed a camera at the mirror and began his investigation, asking the usual questions. "Is anyone here? Can you show yourself?"
For hours, nothing happened. Frustrated, Jack decided to touch the mirror. The instant his fingers brushed the glass, the temperature plummeted. Frost crept up the walls, and his breath puffed out in white clouds.
A voice echoed from the mirror, low and gravelly. "You should not have come."
Jack stumbled back as shadows began swirling inside the glass. His reflection was gone, replaced by dozens of faces—twisted, screaming, and clawing at the inside of the mirror as if begging for release. Among them, he recognized the faces of Clara, Ethan, and Mia.
"Help us!" they wailed in unison.
The attic door slammed shut, trapping Jack. He grabbed his camera and filmed the mirror as cracks began snaking across its surface, glowing with an eerie red light. The faces screamed louder, their voices blending into a deafening roar.
Jack turned to run, but the shadows spilled from the mirror, wrapping around him like smoke. He thrashed and shouted, but the darkness dragged him backward. The last thing he saw before he was pulled into the glass was his own reflection—wide-eyed, terrified, and utterly silent.
The next morning, Jack's team arrived at the mansion after he failed to check in. They searched the house but found no sign of him. The only thing left in the attic was the mirror, its surface as smooth and unbroken as ever. Jack's camera lay nearby, its footage intact.
In the footage, they watched Jack's investigation unfold. They heard his screams, saw the shadows, and then… silence. The final frame of the recording showed the mirror. In its reflection, a new face stared out.
Jack's face.
The team fled the house, leaving the mirror behind. It still stands in the attic, waiting patiently, its glass holding the trapped souls of those foolish enough to challenge it.
But some nights, if you dare to look into the mirror, you might see a faint image—a hand pressing against the glass, as though trying to reach through.
And if you listen closely, you'll hear the whisper: "You're next."
THE STORY ENDS HERE BURMT THERE WILL BE A SPECIAL CHAPTER. STAY TUNE BE AWARE. MIRROR IS WATCHING YOU!!!!