The Shadow in the Mirror

David had always been skeptical about ghosts and the supernatural. He was a man of science, a firm believer in logic and reason. So when he moved into the old Victorian house on the outskirts of town, he paid no mind to the eerie rumors surrounding it.

“It’s just an old house,” he told himself. “Creaky floors and dim lights don’t mean it’s haunted.”

The house had been abandoned for years, but the price was unbeatable. The previous owner, an elderly woman, had passed away under mysterious circumstances. Some claimed she still wandered the halls, but David dismissed such talk as local superstition.

The first few nights were peaceful. The wind howled outside, and the wooden beams groaned in the cold, but nothing unusual happened. However, on the fourth night, things changed.

As he was brushing his teeth, he noticed something odd in the mirror. His reflection seemed… off. It moved a fraction of a second slower than he did. He frowned and waved his hand, watching carefully. At first, everything seemed normal again. Shaking his head, he dismissed it as exhaustion.

But that night, he woke up to a sound. A whisper.

“…David…”

His breath caught in his throat. The voice was faint, almost like the wind, but it carried a strange, hollow tone. He sat up in bed, heart pounding. The room was dark, save for the dim glow of the streetlight filtering through the window.

Then he heard it again.

“David…”

He turned toward the mirror across the room. His reflection stood there, but something was wrong. It was still lying down.

David jumped out of bed, his pulse hammering in his ears. His reflection did not move. It stayed in the bed, staring at him with hollow eyes.

And then, slowly, it sat up.

David took a step back. His reflection smiled—a cold, twisted smile that did not belong to him.

“Who… who are you?” David whispered.

The reflection tilted its head.

“I’m you,” it said. “Or at least, I will be.”

David turned and ran, fumbling with the doorknob, but the door wouldn’t budge. The air in the room grew thick, suffocating. He could hear his reflection moving behind him, the sound of bare feet against the wooden floor.

A chilling laugh filled the room.

“You let me in,” it whispered.

David forced himself to look. The figure in the mirror was stepping out—its body stretching, melting, shifting. Its face, still resembling his, twisted into something inhuman.

With a final, desperate effort, David lunged at the mirror and smashed it. The glass shattered into a thousand pieces, scattering across the floor. A horrible, guttural scream filled the air, and the room trembled.

Please Wait...

40 seconds remaining

Next

Then—silence.

David gasped for breath, his hands shaking. The mirror was destroyed. The eerie presence was gone.

But when he looked down at the broken shards of glass, his blood ran cold.

His reflection was still there, trapped in the shards, smiling back at him.

And it whispered—

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.”