Bela Lugosi Mirror Novels & Stories

I pulled the cord and began to climb the ladder. Once I made it to the attic, I began shining the light through the room, but I still didn't see anything. Walking through, I felt something touch the bottom of my foot; it was glass. Why was there glass? I looked up to see a mirror that used to be in my room; I remember it like it was yesterday. Mom and Dad took it out when I was little because I woke up from nightmares; I was six, talking about gruesome things that a six-year-old girl shouldn't know about. I shoved that memory aside and looked back at the mirror then started to leave, but I saw something, a glimpse of something "Hello?" I breathed; my chest was beginning to hurt. I heard the

“But why now?” “I don’t know,” Elena whispered. “But I think… I think it’s different now. It’s changing.” --- Back at La Paz, the team was deep in conversation, the hum of the network still present in the background. It was clear the mirror was no longer simply a threat. It was evolving, adapting. Sophia’s mind was torn between fear and curiosity. She knew they had to approach it with caution, but there was something primal about the way the mirror had mirrored her pulse. Something dangerous, but also… something human.

Louboutins that could kill a man if I stepped hard enough. Hair up. No emotions. Just rage. I stared at my reflection. “You want a villain?” I said to the mirror. “Fine. I’ll give you one.” I stepped out like a walking scandal. The cameras were waiting, and I gave them what they came for. Flashes. Blinds. Microphones shoved in my face. “Seirra, do you regret not forgiving Tessa Blacks?” “Do you think your coldness is affecting your business deals?” “Where’s Liam Foster?”

All eyes snapped toward me, wide with a mix of awe and the kind of concern one gives to someone with a terminal diagnosis. Whipping out his phone, the manager hollered, "She's good for it, too. I've received 15 million dollars in deposit, already in the bank!" The crowd's eyes sparkled at the sight of the confirmation text. They clamored over each other, asking, "What's the lady's vision?" I snatched the megaphone from the manager. "I've already told him what we need, and he'll fill you in soon. Just get everything ready as I've asked."

One hour later, inside Lucia’s luxury apartment. Lucia stumbled into the bathroom. She turned on the brightest light. The woman in the mirror looked like a monster. Her cheeks were swollen high, showing a terrible purple-red color. The corners of her mouth were cracked. Dried blood stained her chin. She looked wretched. "Ah—!!!" Lucia let out a piercing scream. She grabbed the expensive skincare products on the countertop and smashed them viciously against the mirror. Crash! Glass shards flew everywhere. "Nyla... Nyla!"

“And he’s not entirely wrong.” She grimaces. “I hate when he’s not entirely wrong. It ruins my whole day.” I exhale, looking at my reflection. The girl in the mirror looks like Luna Valentine: smoky eyes, red mouth, expensive silk. She also looks like Mrs. Moretti: diamond at her throat, ring glinting on her hand, shadows under her eyes that weren’t there ten years ago. “Do I look like I’m going willingly?” I ask. “You look like you’re walking into war in heels,” Mia says. “Which, to be fair, is very on brand.”

“I didn’t expect you to be the killer. It wasn’t enough that you killed your parents-in-law. Why did you have to kill my mother too?” I looked at the three of them. They all had the same reaction. I froze for a moment. How was that possible? A mirror was just a mirror. It showed whoever stood in front of it. How could it show my face no matter who looked into it? But their grief did not look fake. What was so strange about that mirror? How could it make my wife, my trainee, and my neighbor all believe I was the killer? “I didn’t kill your mother. It wasn’t me.”

The door was shut, no one was there, so WHO-- The bright colors of paint seemed to glow in the dark, and Ben found himself staring directly at the vanity. The yellow and bleak shadows of his garage, reflected back at him from the mirror like an eerie memoire of his world. The little hearts drawn on the glass, little comfort when his focus zeroed in even further on the mirror. Yellow lights, the sway of shadows. And Ben watched in horror as the lights melded into a firm set of bright gold eyes. Slits, the pupils, staring directly at him as Ben froze in place.

In the quietude of his room, with the soft hum of the night outside, Asher lay there, his tired body seeking reprieve, while his restless mind continued to navigate the labyrinth of emotions that Ezra's presence had stirred within him. On the other side of the night, in the quiet solitude of her room, Ezra sat in front of her mirror, eyes fixed on her reflection. Droplets of water trickled down from her long hair, evidence of the refreshing shower she had just taken. As she stared into her own eyes, a flood of memories from the reunion surged through her.

She said as her image fades away "Lia！" I yelled and my image appeared in the mirror with a wicked smirk on its face "Come and save her" My image chuckled and it fades away. I placed my hand on the mirror and it penetrated inside. I walked into the mirror and it has glasses showing my reflection "Where are you, Lia？" I shouted and it echoed "Help！" Lia's voice echoed from all angles and I saw her in plain glass. I walked towards the glass and it cracked. "Daddy！" Lia's image appeared everywhere as she yelled