Elias hadn’t bought the mirror for its beauty. It was an antique—tarnished silver and heavy oak—pulled from the wreckage of an estate sale for five dollars. He placed it in the hallway of his new, quiet apartment, hoping it would make the narrow space feel a bit less claustrophobic.
No hallway, no furniture, no Elias. Just a flat, silver void. Then, a face pressed against the inside of the glass. It was his own face, distorted by a scream, palms slamming against the surface of the mirror from the other side.
The best horror often targets a character's specific fears or threatens something they love.
Wednesday was worse. As he walked past the mirror to the kitchen, his reflection didn't move. He took three steps past the frame before he realized his double was still standing there, staring into the empty hallway. Elias froze. Slowly, he backed up. His reflection remained still for a heartbeat longer than it should have, then snapped into place, mimicking his fearful expression with a delay that made his skin crawl.
Elias hadn’t bought the mirror for its beauty. It was an antique—tarnished silver and heavy oak—pulled from the wreckage of an estate sale for five dollars. He placed it in the hallway of his new, quiet apartment, hoping it would make the narrow space feel a bit less claustrophobic.
No hallway, no furniture, no Elias. Just a flat, silver void. Then, a face pressed against the inside of the glass. It was his own face, distorted by a scream, palms slamming against the surface of the mirror from the other side. Horror Story
The best horror often targets a character's specific fears or threatens something they love. Elias hadn’t bought the mirror for its beauty
Wednesday was worse. As he walked past the mirror to the kitchen, his reflection didn't move. He took three steps past the frame before he realized his double was still standing there, staring into the empty hallway. Elias froze. Slowly, he backed up. His reflection remained still for a heartbeat longer than it should have, then snapped into place, mimicking his fearful expression with a delay that made his skin crawl. No hallway, no furniture, no Elias