Introduction: A Glimpse into the Unknown
Horror stories often bring us to the edge of our fears, making us question the very reality we live in.
Some tales are terrifying because of their supernatural elements, while others unsettle us by revealing the darkness lurking within the human soul.
In this weird horror short story, we explore the eerie mystery of reflections—and what might be looking back at us.
The First Glance
Ethan had always considered himself a rational man. As an architect, he spent his days designing buildings, relying on logic, structure, and meticulous planning.
But something about his new apartment felt…off.
It wasn’t the creaking floorboards or the flickering lightbulbs; it was the antique mirror in his bedroom.
He hadn’t bought it, nor did the previous tenant claim ownership.
It was simply there—tall, dust-ridden, and with a frame carved with strange symbols that seemed to twist when he wasn’t looking directly at them.
At first, it was just an oddity. Then, one night, everything changed.
The Reflection That Wasn’t His
One evening, after a long day at work, Ethan walked past the mirror. But something made him stop. His reflection was smiling.
He wasn’t.
His heart pounded as he stepped closer. The grin on his reflection’s face stretched unnaturally wide, exposing too many teeth. Ethan staggered back, rubbing his eyes, but when he looked again, his reflection was normal.
“I need more sleep,” he muttered, trying to laugh it off. But deep down, he knew something was terribly wrong.
A Night of Horror
Days passed, and the incidents escalated.
Objects in his apartment began moving on their own—his keys shifting from the counter to the coffee table, his laptop opening with gibberish typed into his documents.
And always, the mirror remained.
One night, unable to sleep, Ethan lay in bed staring at the ceiling.
The room was silent except for the occasional car passing outside.
Then, the whispering began.
It was faint at first, like a distant breeze rustling through dry leaves.
But soon, the whispers grew louder, filled with unintelligible words and guttural clicks. Ethan sat up, his breath shallow.
The sound was coming from the mirror.
Dread pooled in his stomach as he turned his head.
His reflection stood there, but it wasn’t mimicking his movements anymore. I
t was watching him.
And then, it moved.
The Escape That Never Was
Paralyzed with fear, Ethan couldn’t look away.
His reflection raised a hand and placed it against the glass.
Without thinking, Ethan did the same, his palm meeting the cold, smooth surface.
A sharp jolt shot through him, and the room blurred.
His vision darkened for a moment.
When it cleared, he was staring at his bedroom—but something was wrong.
His reflection was grinning again.
Only now, it wasn’t behind the glass.
It was standing in his room.
Ethan stumbled back, but his body felt strange, sluggish.
He turned to the mirror and horror flooded him—his real self was trapped inside.
He pounded against the glass, screaming, but no sound came out.
His doppelgänger in the room simply waved before walking away, leaving Ethan imprisoned in a cold, silent void.
The New Tenant
Months later, a new tenant moved into the apartment.
The antique mirror remained, its frame still adorned with twisting symbols.
The tenant admired it briefly before unpacking his things.
As he walked away, his reflection lingered a second too long before following suit.
Conclusion: Do You Trust Your Reflection?
This weird horror short story reminds us that some things should not be questioned.
What if the reflections we see every day aren’t truly ours?
Maybe, just maybe, something else is watching—waiting for the right moment.
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Mark Richards is the creative mind behind Classica FM, a podcast platform that brings stories, knowledge, and inspiration to listeners of all ages. With a passion for storytelling and a love for diverse topics, he curates engaging content—from kids’ tales to thought-provoking discussions for young adults.
