The Mirror Room
When Liam inherited the crumbling estate from a distant uncle, he found it mostly empty – except for one peculiar room in the basement. Narrow, old and warped with age, it led to a hidden room lined entirely with tall, antique mirrors. Dust cling to every surface, yet the glass gleamed with unnatural clarity.
But something wasn’t right. In the mirrors, Liam’s reflection flagged a heartbeat behind his own movements. When he smiled, it grimaced. When he turned to leave, the reflection stared a second longer.
Disturbed, he avoided the room. but the same night, he heard it – faint, rhythmic tapping. Like fingernails softly drumming glass. Always from beneath him. Always from the mirror room. Frustrated, he returned to it. But this time, the reflections weren’t mimicking him. Instead, they moved freely, whispering behind the glass, mouths forming silent words he couldn’t understand. Then, one of them stepped forward.
It wore his face, but the eyes were empty. Smiling, it pressed its hand to the mirror. Without thinking, Liam, too, reached out.
The glass gave away like water.
It happened in seconds. The reflection pulled him through. The cold of the mirror wrapped around him like ice – and just like that, the roles reversed.
Now he watches from inside, screaming with no sound, as the thing wearing his face walks the world. Laughing. Living.
And no one knows…
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