Mirror Creepy Novels & Stories

shit I feel embarrassed, am already red He wears a white shirt "So are we here just cause you need change of cloth?" He smiles, he walks towards his bed and picks up a mirror "This mirror it's what I use to communicate with anyone in Transylvania, it was stolen from a witch long ago, correction I stole it" "Are you sure you didn't steal it from beauty and the beast?" I mocked "Haha so funny, do you want me to find your cousin or not" I roll my eyes "Fine..." "Find the abomination prince drac" the mirror shows a location

He could simply stare at the red orpiment whizzing quickly and unreadably towards him. “Daddy!” shouted Queen Miranda at the top of her extreme as well as extraordinary fear and panic. “Daddy! Stoop down your body!” shouted Virando, suddenly appearing out of nowhere. Virando swung his hand in the air. He managed to create a kind of light blue mirror. He threw the mirror towards his daddy. The mirror automatically reflected back the intruder’s power containing quite lots and lots of red orpiment. The red orpiment all got into her body. The intruder squealed and squeaked up to her eight-octave voice tune. The red orpiment inside her body really burnt her whole body to ash.

I approached the mirror, The woman in the mirror had long, flowing white hair and cold, blue beautiful eyes. She looked exactly like Luna Mei ling, the evil Luna from the show Moonbound Fate. "No," I breathed, touching the glass. The reflection touched the glass too. I pinched my arm hard. "Ow!" The reflection did the same thing, I dressed backward, gestured hello the reflection repeated the same thing I pinched myself again,

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

he asked narrowing his eyes, I walked to the mirror this time holding it and checking it "I didn't find anything odd about it but I still feel it is different in a magical way, I think it's me who just canton use it" I said keeping it gently, I lifted it up a little and I could see his reflection on it he didn't seem satisfied with my answer "why do you look like you don't believe me" I asked still looking at his reflection, he looked surprised and I felt as though I had read his mind in the mirror, I was right then, the mirror was magical. Only it was a mind reading mirror, "what did you I came here?" I asked looking at his reflection on the mirror as I waited for the mirror to do its thing

assistant"> The cracked glass reflected only their terrified faces now while the emergency lights continued flashing dim red across the walls. Water still dripped steadily from the sink, but somehow the silence felt even worse than the screaming earlier. Then Monica slowly looked toward Winona. “Listen,” she said carefully, “this is going to sound insane, but that creepy mirror woman kind of looked like you.” Winona stared at her. “Excuse me?” “I couldn’t see her face properly because of the hair,” Monica continued, “but the height, the build, even the voice a little bit…”

Confused. “What the hell…” he murmured, stepping closer. Bruce joined him, eyes narrowing. Betty and Bill turned to look. The mirrors didn’t reflect reality. Not quite. Each of them stared at twisted versions of themselves—skin waxy and pale, eyes pitch-black, mouths stretched in grotesque smiles too wide to be human. Their teeth were wrong—needle-thin and too many. Demonic mockeries. Betty took a step back. “Guys… tell me you’re seeing this.”

At first glance, they looked normal, but a closer look showed warped, skewed versions of themselves looking back. “This place…” Damon mumbled; his voice low. “It feels wrong.” Aiden stepped closer to one of the mirrors, studying his image. His face stared back at him, but his eyes were dark and empty. The mirror smirked, though Aiden hadn’t moved. “Do you see that?” Aiden asked, his voice uncomfortable. Damon nodded grimly. “They’re not just reflections. They’re something else.” As they moved deeper into the hall, the reflections became more skewed. Aiden’s mirror self was now covered in scars, his clothes torn and bloodstained. Damon’s image looked older, and he was filled with anger and so

I was pissed off because that kind of grabbing was as if he claimed me. My heart fluttered again but the context was different, I was nervous and excited when I first started dancing with Mr. Richard but now I was scared to hell. "Hmm... Sexy...! You smell amazing...!" he grinned, his voice so sharp and icy at the same time. I froze, feeling my insides turning into stone. As he gave his introduction with his creepy words, goosebumps crawled across my body covering every inch of my skin. "Erick...!"