Mirror Mirror
| Published on Creepypasta.com | September 2008 |
|---|---|
| Length | 516 words · about 2 minutes to read |
| Story level | Short |
| Reader rating | 6.3/10 from 234 votes |
| Category | Beings and Entities |
I rushed over to the wall to flick the light switch. Something was in my room, watching me. It was lurking somewhere behind me, sitting in the shadows, and staring at me. This was more than just paranoia. There was definitely something there. I could almost envision it wrapping its arms around me and dragging me into some terrifying abyss. I sat in my chair and stared at my shadow on the ground in front of me. I watched as another shadow slowly grew over my shoulder, never taking on any definite shape. I looked back up and stared at my computer screen. I thought maybe that if I believed it wasn’t there, it would just go away. I held my breath, and tried to engross myself in reading the article on the website in front of me. I couldn’t help but notice how my computer screen showed a reflection of what was in front of it. I couldn’t help but notice the worried look on my face. I couldn’t help but notice the thing hovering behind me, staring at the back of my head. I could tell it knew I knew it was there. I screamed and threw myself against the wall, and slid to the bottom. I was crying now.
Scanning the room, I searched for the thing that was behind me, but I found nothing. My room was empty, except for a mirror. My eyes lingered over the mirror on the wall across from me. I watched my black fan twirl around and around through the mirror. I watched how the shadow of the fan moved all around the room. I watched how the mirror slowly began to tilt till I could see myself in it… I watched as a dark scaly hand grasped my shoulder. I was entranced by my own reflection. All I could do was sit there as I watched the black abomination cup my face. I screamed at my reflection to move as I watched a face made from the darkness itself whisper into my reflection’s ear. I gazed in horror as my reflection stood up and walked to the window. I gasped in pain when he smashed the glass with his fist. I tried to hide my eyes when I saw him pick up a broken piece of glass. I tried to look away when he forced me to stare into his eyes. I sensed his thoughts in my head. They said to me that if I was afraid to look, then I don’t need to look. Everything became tinted red when my reflection brought the jagged object across his eyelids. Yet, there was no blood. Not for him. He just smiled. He walked back over to the black abomination; it again drew him near and whispered into his ear. I could see it chuckle. I cried in despair when I saw a tear roll down my reflection’s face. I cried in pain when he jabbed the jagged glass into his throat.
I awoke in a cold sweat, and rushed to the wall to flick the light switch.
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Actually my reflection came out of the mirror and saved me from that kind of thing
This really fucking sucked sorry dude
I couldn’t help but notice that you repeated that phrase many times.. Just saying ;)
This was so AMAZING!!!!!! I LOVED IT!!!! Especially the last sentence! I awake in a cold sweat and rush to the wall to flick the light switch! It emphasizes the mirror theme beautifully. Ending the wag it started! Love love love it!
I hate it when I get caught in never ending loops.
I hate it when I get caught in never ending loops.
I hate it when I get caught in never ending loops.
I hate it when I get caught in never ending loops.
I hate it when I get caught in never ending loops.
I hate it when I get caught in never ending loops.
I hate it when I get caught in never ending loops.
I hate it when I get caught in never ending loops.
I hate it when I get caught in never ending loops.
I hate it when I get caught in never ending loops.
I hate it when I get caught in never ending loops…
It ended the way it started. It’s a never ending cycle!
Omfg it was a dream of wut was gonna happen :O
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PURHAPZ?
Reference to UBOAAAAAAAAAAAああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああああ-
PURHAPZ?
the creature was fear of ones self, making ones reflection attack ones self was making the person hurt themself.
the person most likley woke in a sweat, thanking god it was all a dream… and then walked over and switched on the light, continuing the cycle
If you don’t get it, it’s a paradox. The first sentence is of the narrator waking up and turning on the light, so is the last one. He is stuck in a never-ending dream or something similar.
Fear the Darkness
-Nex
BUT WHO WAS REFLECTION?
BUT WHO WAS MIRROR?
@ Miss Betterdon:
The reflection would cease to exist, therefore, it was crying.
I rather enjoyed this one. Could’ve been better, yes, but it was still good. I think it might’ve been better if it was just the reflection doing these things, rather than being told by some ambigous creature.
For additional brix, after you read the last line, go back to the top….