Standing Wall Mirror Novels & Stories

I could feel it—its walls vibrating softly, its breath rising in the dust motes around me. And then—I stood. I knew where I needed to go. The mirror room. *** It was just as I remembered. Shattered glass still scattered the floor like frozen stars. The large mirror was gone—exploded in a curse-breaking storm. But along the far wall… stood a smaller one. Unbroken. Framed in tarnished silver. Covered with a thin sheet of white silk. My hands shook as I stepped forward. I hadn’t looked into a mirror since that night.

The Mirror Room wasn’t built for comfort. It was made to fracture reality, to dismantle the sense of self. Floor to ceiling, the room was encased in flawless, polished glass. Every breath, every blink, every heartbeat reflected a thousand times over. There were no shadows here, just distortions—haunting, endless versions of whoever dared to step inside.

Slowly, the blurred darkness fades, my focus comes crashing into sharp view, and I am instantly met with a dizzying wall of visuals. "Oh my God..." In front of me are floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Reflecting my flushed, trembling skin. The exact same silver glass lines both of my sides, and when I look back to the structural wall where I just stood, the reflection tracks my every movement. I love them. Right in the dead center of the room stands a massive, custom-built wooden wide apparatus, featuring four small restraint holes on its outer corners and a wide, gaping hole carved directly into its center. "What is that, Master?" He glides up behind me like an absolute predator, wrapping his large

On the wall over each of these were paintings by none other than Megan Decosta herself, however not the successful one of today but the struggling one of twenty years ago who at the time was convinced she could only paint when wasted. The room had another of those amazing eight foot windows but this one had been covered up with a black tapestry that depicted several of the planes of Dante's vision of hell. On the left and right wall directly opposite each other were framed portraits of Anton Levay and Aleister Crowley. The best effects of the bedroom however were the mirrors. The entire five foot headboard was covered with one which directly reflected the equally large one over the bureau be

Her eyes were fixed on the wall behind Elinor. "Kai," she breathed. Her voice was a ghost of a sound. "What?" "The glass." She didn't move her head. She just shifted her gaze. "Look at the reflection in the black paneling. The one behind Elinor’s chair." I looked. The glass wasn't just decorative. It was a one-way mirror, deep and dark. In the corner, where the light hit the surface at a sharp angle, I saw it. A face.

Ivy whispered. They reached a set of double doors clad in tarnished silver. Ivy pushed them open. The hinges didn't scream; they let out a long, metallic sigh. The room beyond was a dressing chamber frozen in mid-breath. Dust motes danced in the candlelight like tiny, falling stars. But it was the mirrors that dominated the space—vast, towering sheets of mercury glass that lined every wall. Mercury glass, unlike modern mirrors, had a dark, liquid depth to it, a shimmering instability that made every reflection look like it was underwater.

, Elvin brought a tracksuit from his wardrobe and handed them over to me along with a towel and indicated me towards the bathroom. As I entered his bathroom, I was in an awe there was a huge glass wall separating the bathtub section from the rest of the bathroom, and when I looked at the mirror hanging on the wall, I felt like stealing it because it was so pretty, there were delicate engraving on the crimson border of the mirror with tiny gemstones laid on it carefully and the reflection was so clear that one can even see their tiniest flaw. I looked at the platform which was laid with pearl basin and saw a golden holder holding orchids on one end and the scented soaps on the other, I washed

I said, wanting her to see exactly what I had seen. I quickly brought my sleeves to the middle of my hand in preparation. My wrists then moved to open the large cloth. We were met with a large mirror that had the same name imprinted on it, “Oragon,” We both gasped at what we had saw. The mirror looked powerful. It was as if it drew us both inside. By the side, was a wooden polished structure, which added to the beauty. “Mum? What do you think we are supposed to do?” I asked.

I can see my reflections from the mirror on the wall. The wall that divides the bedroom and bathroom was a two-way mirror. I can see my reflection looking at it from the room while I can see everything in the bedroom while looking at it from inside the bathroom—even my wide flat-screen television. There are even times when I masturbate in the shower while watching porn on the tv screen connected to my computer. It may sound creepy, but a lonely man like me can find many ways to get through the cold nights. And this is one of mine because there are absolutely many more.