Haunted Mirror

Haunted Mirror

Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

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Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

Summary

A young woman moves into an apartment and is soon plagued by the supernatural presence which resides there.

Summary

A young woman moves into an apartment and is soon plagued by the supernatural presence which resides there.

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Submitted: January 15, 2016

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Submitted: January 15, 2016

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Things hadn't been right since she moved in...

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It was subtle at first. Things disappearing, or being moved from where she placed them, only to turn up back if she turned her back on the room. At first she had thought she was losing her mind, that her brake up with Mike had pushed her over the edge into full blown insanity. But she knew things had moved, just like she knew that the comb hadn't been on the counter top a second before.

The sounds had started next. Bumps in the night, the sounds like someone was walking around her apartment. She had called the cops twice, only to have nothing show up when they arrived, leaving her feeling violated and foolish.

Then the whispering had started...

"Saaaarraaahhhhh.... Saaaarrrraaaaahhhh..." deathly quiet, so that she questioned at first if she had heard anything at all.

The sounds only came in the darkest hours of the night, and she had taken to sleeping with the lights on, not because it did any good, but because it gave her some ghost of security.

The bathroom was the worst by far. At first she had loved the place, the large claw foot behemoth of a tub and the ornate mirror had given her a pleasant feeling of antiquity. But it seemed to be a focal point for the activity. Objects would go missing here more often than anywhere else in the house.

The mirror was the worst.

Things moved in the mirror, things that should be still. More than once she had the uncanny sensation that her reflection was watching her, and she had screamed when it blinked.

But no one believed her. Her friends, what few of them Mike hadn't taken with him, chalked it up to the break up, saying that things would calm down soon when she felt better, and that she should go out with them more.

She had stopped answering her phone.

The whispers continued.

There was now a nearly unbroken stream of voices from the time the sun set to the time dawn broke, the whispering conversations completely unintelligible, interrupted only when she invited someone over.

She stopped inviting people over.

She wanted so badly to understand what the voices were saying, she had tried talking to them, pleading with them, yelling at them, screaming at them, nothing helped, nothing mattered. The whispers continued.

The touches came later. By this point she had gotten used to the voices, though she was sure at one point that they were talking about her. She had just fallen asleep when something woke her. At first she wasn't sure what it was, she glanced around the room, lit only by the lamp on her bedside table, and was greeted by nothing, in the background the whispers continued as they always did now. Then she felt it, the cold clammy touch of the grave, the slithering sensation of ice cold fingers trailing up her leg. They stopped when she screamed, which did nothing but cause her upstairs neighbors to pound on the floor again. But as time went on she got used to the touches as well. There was a pattern to them. She noticed that on nights where she was going to be touched the whispers would reach a disturbing crescendo, as though they were trying to warn her about what was coming. The touches never came when she was awake, they always waited until her exhaustion had claimed her.

Then it happened

She wasn't sure at first what had woken her, the whispers had reached a level she had never heard before and she had resigned herself to another night of bone chilling touches.

She struggled her way to consciousness, confused that the darkness didn't lift the way it always did when she opened her eyes. She realized with a spike of terror that the lamp on her bed was out, and the whispers had stopped.

Her room was in total silence, and in the chill october air, untouched by her heaters warmth, she heard the sound of another person breathing...


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