In a dimly lit antique shop, a dusty old book catches my eye. The cover is tattered, with the words “Whispers of the Past” barely legible. As I flip through its pages, I find myself drawn into a story about a mirror. It’s said that whoever looks into it sees not their reflection, but their deepest fears. I glance up and notice an ornate mirror hanging on the wall. My heart races as I approach it. My reflection appears normal at first, but then it starts to twist and contort, showing me images of my darkest nightmares. I scream and drop the book, but the mirror’s image follows me, haunting my every move. I run out of the shop, but the reflection remains, a chilling reminder that some things are better left unseen.
The Mind – Bending Short Horror Stories
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