The Mirror That Reveals Another Reality

Lena found the mirror in an old thrift shop, its frame covered in strange carvings.

The shopkeeper warned her, but she laughed it off.

That night, she noticed something odd—her reflection blinked a second too late.

She leaned in closer, heart pounding.

The reflection smirked.

But Lena hadn’t moved.

Something was terribly wrong.

The next day, Lena tested the mirror.

She raised her hand—her reflection hesitated before copying.

Panic set in.

She turned away, but in the corner of her eye, the reflection didn’t.

It stood still, watching.

A chill ran down her spine.

Was it just a trick of the light?

Or was something inside the mirror?

That night, Lena covered the mirror with a sheet.

But as she lay in bed, she heard a soft rustling.

The sheet slid to the floor.

Her reflection stood there, grinning wider than before.

Then, it stepped forward—out of the glass.

Lena screamed, but no sound came.

The reflection had taken her voice.

Lena tried to run, but her body wouldn’t move.

The reflection reached out, touching her face.

Cold, lifeless fingers pressed against her skin.

Then, darkness.

When she woke up, she was inside the mirror.

She pounded on the glass, screaming.

Outside, her reflection—now real—smiled and walked away, leaving Lena trapped forever.