Mirror Creepy Novels & Stories

The article said she’d stolen a poor woman’s golden retriever, dragging it around by the collar while screaming at it, “Turn back! Turn back into Kira right now! I know you’re her. Stop pretending! Shift, you stupid mutt! They are all pretending to be animals, but they are ghosts!” It didn’t stop there. When a college girl walking her own dog tried to help, Miranda lunged, hands around the girl’s throat, choking her while howling, “You’re next! I’m gonna kill you. Just like we did to Kira, and you’re going to come back as a pig!” I tapped the embedded video and nearly died laughing all over again. There she was… the untouchable Miranda, the ice-queen princess of her parents… in a straitjacke

In a worst-case scenario, we would go down with all the haunts! The haunts could feel it too; the air was thick with our grit and guts. The haunts were indecisive, hovering in the air, until I flashed the gold coins in my account again with a flick of my wrist. Their eyes blazed like torches. They transformed from ice-cold killers to groveling sidekicks in a heartbeat. I was speechless. The haunts let out a beastly howl, and a whole horde of haunts came rushing in, then zipped off through a space crack.

“If you make one more Scooby-Doo reference, I will shove that scroll somewhere anatomically impressive.” He grins. “Zoinks.” I stifle a laugh. For a moment, it helps. We turn from the mirror. But as we walk away, its surface ripples behind us—quiet, subtle—like water catching moonlight. It doesn’t reflect our backs. It reflects a battlefield. One painted in silver. And blood.

A relieved smile filtering across his face before it disappears and he looks away. This leaves us with just one problem. We can’t see the monsters and that means the ones that are helping us are now useless. Suddenly Nick is lifted off the ground by some invisible force, and carried towards Lyrica. Lyrica looks at Nick with something that resembles hatred before nodding to the monster. The monster seems to wave Nick in the air, like a pompom before pointing with Nick towards the street we were about to follow. Everyone starts to follow, but it just seems too mysterious as the two people that we are depending on just went the other way.

Everything seemed intact. But the note… The spy wasn’t coming from the outside. They were already here. Inside the warded tent, Mira moved toward the potion cache when she felt it. A shift. A breath that didn’t belong. She spun around—dagger drawn. But she was alone. Or so it seemed. Then her reflection blinked. And smiled. The mimic stepped from the shadows—a perfect copy of Mira, every freckle and line mirrored. But the eyes were wrong. Just a little too dark.

And then the bond burns. Not with his pain this time—but something else. Something vast and watching. I freeze. Slowly turn. A mirror stands at the end of the street. Except there’s no street. Just—black water where cobblestones should be, rippling without sound. And the mirror’s frame is made of bone. I take one step toward it—don’t even know why— —and the reflection moves before I do. It smiles. And I realize it’s not me. Not really. Come closer, it whispers.

This could be uncomfortable, but I'm willing to give it everything I've got. I struggle to take the bra off, and I'm ready to rip the fucker when the hook gives in and let's go. Throwing it on the ground, I give him my full attention again. He's walking towards me, his hand on his cock, lazily stroking it up and down. The condom package in his hand is like a beacon of light. I can't look away from what he's doing, the promise of what's going to happen to me. Trick comes to a stop in front of me, ripping the wrapper with his teeth. "Are you sure about this? Once I get this fucking rubber on, it's over, I won't be able to stop," he warns.

I climbed into bed and started drifting asleep. I could feel the chills crawling up my spine as I walked around the room; it was the attic again. I saw a man with a little girl come up to the mirror, and I remembered something... "daddy took me up here, and I never came down," it was the ghost girl! But she was alive; I watched the two of them playing together. They were talking about different things and playing with some of the old stuff that was up here. The girl ran across the room, and her father followed, but he stopped in front of the mirror. I stood close enough to see the look in his eyes change from a vibrant green to blood red within a matter of seconds. The man had an evil glare;

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

Now, a mere werewolf had taken her place in his heart. As Vanessa paced her room, her thoughts raced. She gazed at an ornate mirror, where her reflection, a stunning vampire with long ebony hair and piercing red eyes, stared back at her. She whispered to her own image, her voice seething with bitterness, "Mara, you will not take what's rightfully mine. I will ensure that you meet your doom."