Mirror Creepy Novels & Stories

She placed her hands over my shoulder, catching me through the mirror. I lifted my eyes and looked at myself in the mirror. I was in a white strapless gown that was hugging me like a second skin. It was showing off every curve of my body. I hate this kind of dress! My jaw flexed as I looked further. My light brown hair styled into soft curls, and scarlet red lipstick stood out against my ivory skin. My freckles had disappeared due to make-up. I looked like a completely different person. The girl who was staring into the mirror was not me!

A glorious body that the whole world would die for, to see. What freaked Brain out the more was the twitch he felt in his manhood upon her stare. He felt disgusted to be reacting that way, knowing she was nothing more than a worker in the mansion. He was even more pained that she saw him. She saw how his cock reacted upon her horrible presence. She wasn't even dressed to impress. She had no makeup whatsoever, and she was putting on a pencil skirt, random matching top and flat shoe. He was so disappointed that his dick got excited at the sight of her. "Waste of erection!" He muttered in anger before going ahead to shut his door.

she mocked. He grabbed her by the neck and smashed her head on the coffee table. Mira kicked him as hard as she could. She knew because, for someone like him, it would take time for her blood to affect his strength. Mira realized she couldn’t depend on her claws this time as she needed him alive.

The Blood Mirror let out a piercing hum. The entire catacomb trembled. Cracks spiderwebbed across the ancient stone pillars. The candles flickered wildly, casting eerie shadows. "Impossible..." The elder backed away, shaking. "The mirror is moving on its own? This breaks all the ancient laws..." But the mirror was beyond anyone's control now. It ruthlessly drained my very last drops of blood. The crimson light was blinding. I could feel the last bit of warmth leaving my body, but at the same time, a twisted sense of satisfaction washed over me.

I watched as a light frown grew on her face while she looked back and forth in her bedroom making me smile lightly in amusement. Amaya: How can you see me? Is it a special power for vampires? The small amount of knowledge she has of vampires was kinda cute. Of course, she just learned about our existence today but still. Me: No, look outside of your window. She turned her head towards the window searching for me. It took a little time before she finally spotted me and smiled. She walked towards me and opened the window. "What are you still doing here?" She whispered. "I'm guarding you."

"This is a heavy toxin. If he wasn't an Alpha, he’d be dead already." Ricardo turned to me. His eyes were no longer full of love. They were full of a terrifying, cold suspicion. The "Mirror of Malice" was back, and this time, the reflection was deadly. The doctor looked at the group, his eyes landing on me as the one who had served the plates. "Who prepared the food?"

My image finally started blurring, but it’s not my family that’s reflecting back at me this time. It’s Creed, bloody and bruised. He screamed as the chains that held him rattled. The mirrors surrounding him played images of burning buildings and people running. I can hear their screams, their innocent. Just as fast as they came, the images vanished. They were replaced by a battle, but I don’t recognize anyone. The image of a black wolf is positioned above the battle in the mirror. An image of a vampire was on the mirror next to it. I can hear screams of pain and heartbreak as I watch the victims from both sides fall.

But it was distorted and twisted. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that I might not have escaped the creature after all. As I gazed into the mirror, my reflection began to fold and contort, like a living thing. I tried to look away, but my eyes were fixed on the horror unfolding before me. Suddenly, my reflection's eyes turned black as coal, and its mouth stretched into a deadly grin. I felt a chill run down my spine as the mirror seemed to ripple, like water disturbed by a thrown stone.

Her eyes seemed to bore into her own reflection as she spoke, "Do you think he is on to us?" The mirror seemed to ripple, like the surface of a pond, and then Mrs. Iyama's reflection responded, its voice low and menacing. "That fool didn't suspect a thing." But it was clear that this was not Mrs. Iyama speaking; her reflection had taken on a life of its own, revealing a dark, demonic presence lurking beneath the surface.

No one is there. “Look into the mirror,” the voice says. I slowly turn around to look at the mirror. It’s me. “Don’t be scared” my reflection says in a creepy tone. I freeze, I physically can’t move. I feel a headache coming, sickness hitting my stomach. “What the hell? You’re not real!” I cry. My reflection, talking to me like it’s another person. He smiles, an unnerving smile. “I’m real, I’m the real you!” he screams, followed by an insane sounding laugh.