Mirror Creepy Novels & Stories

CROWN INTEGRITY: 10 / 47 Warning: Resonance anomaly detected Source: < 1 meter I look up. There is a mirror standing in the middle of my room that was absolutely not there five seconds ago. Black cedar frame. Living blood-vines curling around the edges. My reflection stares back. Same pink Vans. Same Lakeside hoodie. Same twin tails. But the reflection is wearing the complete Crown of Dacia. Forty-seven pieces blazing like a dying star. And she is smiling with my mouth in a way I have never smiled in my life.

A heavy, metallic thunk. The screen steadied in front of a large, industrial freezer. Mother frowned. “What are you—” The lid jerked open. The camera adjusted. Focused. Filling the screen, crystalized with frost, wide with frozen terror, was my eye. Mira’s tiny, trembling whisper broke through. “Mama… is right here.”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐞 The dining room of Blackwood Manor felt like it was tilting on its axis. Maya’s breath hitched as she stared at the screen. The woman on the monitor had her mother’s high cheekbones and those same hauntingly dark eyes. Even the way she tilted her head was an exact match.

Episode 54 – Mirror Room Bella had always been fascinated by the world of fantasies and mysteries. Her laptop was her window into this enigmatic realm, and there she stumbled upon an advertisement that would change everything. The ad flashed an image of a dimly lit room, surrounded by mirrors, with the tagline "Experience your deepest desires in the mirror room."

How couldn't I love the look on her face? “You–” “If I wanted to seduce my brother in law, I wouldn't do it in secret. I would do it for everyone to see. Drugging him? Totally not my style,” I calmly stated, sipping from my glass of wine leisurely. “You are just like your vixen of a mother. Snatching People's men!” Miranda said, making something in my heart snap. My eyes darkened inexplicably, and I saw her cower as she met my gaze.

Peeking at your landlord while he’s having a broody moonlight moment probably counted as creepy. I scurried back to my cereal bowl, suddenly not hungry anymore. My brain was too busy replaying the image of his bare chest and the way the moonlight kissed his skin. He wasn’t just attractive. He was a whole problem wrapped in silk and shadows. And worst of all ...I wanted to know him. “Get a grip,” I muttered to myself, picking up the now soggy cereal and dumping it in the sink. “He’s rude. Unbearable. Probably a vampire.”

The mirror cracked down the middle, her reflection splintering into a hundred pieces. When the shaking stopped, Mona lifted her head. Her eyes glowed — not gold anymore, but deep, liquid crimson. And when she smiled, it was no longer the smile of a wolf. It was the smile of something far worse. ---

In summer. I stepped outside. And there—across the altar—stood the mirror girl. This time, she moved. She tilted her head, then raised one hand, mirroring me exactly. I raised my hand. So did she. But her version of me smiled. Wide. Wrong. And then she opened her mouth—and screamed. The sound was pure static, raw and cosmic and maddening. My knees buckled. Blood dripped from my ears. She ran toward me. I couldn’t move.

A row of glass vials stands sentinel on a rickety shelf—each containing a unique essence: wolfsbane, moonflower, etc. But my purpose lies beyond these trinkets. I seek the “Mirror of Truth,” a fabled artifact said to reveal the soul’s darkest depths. It is wrapped in a red cloth, hidden beneath a stack of yellowed parchments. The cloth bears stains—perhaps blood, perhaps tears. I unwind it carefully, revealing the mirror’s polished surface. Its edges are jagged, as if it has been shattered and painstakingly pieced back together. As I gaze into the mirror, my reflection wavers. The room behind me blurs, replaced by a moonlit forest. The mirror does not merely reflect; it conjures memories. I

Her back was facing him, and her right arm was moving in a circular motion as if she was stirring something on the electric stove. The profoundness of his footsteps, causing the hard slapping sound of his slippers against the tiled floor alarmed her that made her turn around and face him, her eyes widened in bewilderment for a moment before they curved and imitated the shape of a crescent moon along with her lips forming into a small smile.