Man in the Mirror

The Man in the Mirror is a scary story written by a user named Xx Death Bolt xX. It’s about someone who has a horrifying dream they can’t remember. Then all hell breaks loose.

The Man in the Mirror

I woke up gasping for air. I just had a dream but I can’t remember what it was. I shake off the disturbed feeling I had and I look at my clock, it’s 3 AM. I’ve never been afraid of the dark but tonight something wasn’t right. I felt someone was watching me.

I live in a two-story house with many mirrors. My dad set them up so that if you stand in certain spots, you can’t be seen but you can view the entire room. I have an acute sense of hearing. For example, I can hear my cat jump off the couch in the living room while I’m in my room on the second floor. I always have a sense of when things aren’t right. I had that feeling now.

The phone started ringing. I mindlessly got up to answer it. As I picked it up all I heard was a breathing at the same rhythm as mine. I hung up. All the lights were off. I could’ve sworn I left the living room light on. I go downstairs to turn on the light.

The back door was wide open and now, so are my eyes. I jump over the furniture to avoid the usual path and shut it quickly. I thought, “This won’t make much difference at this point…” I guess it was reflex. It was pitch black so I let my ears adjust after hearing my heart in them. I touch the walls to guide myself to the kitchen. I grab the biggest knife out of the sink and get ready to attack.

The water seemed thicker. I try to control the sense, the fear I have. I then hear a steady drip, drip, drip sound coming from the sink. I reach up to turn off the faucet, only to find it was already completely off. I grope for a light switch and flip it on. I hold in my terror as I see what caused the dripping.

My cat was strung up by a noose above the sink, cut in a straight line from the neck down. The blood had filled the sink and the steady drip, drip, drip was the blood dripping from the tail. My hand and the knife were covered in blood. There was something written on the counter in my cats blood.

It reads: ”See with your ears, not with your eyes. For you are in for a real surprise”.

Just then, the power went out. As my eyes adjusted, I strained my ears for any sound. A loud BOOM! came from the back door and I jumped and hit the fridge. The boom kept happening but grew quieter and quieter until it was practically unnoticeable. I felt along the wall for the closet door, I opened it and grabbed my baseball bat. I walked with it in front of me to the back door. As I opened it I couldn’t help but scream a little.

My dad was hanging with a cable tied around his neck. It was connected somewhere in his room and he was outside the window. As he spun I saw another note. It was nailed into his heart.

It read, “One in this house down, two to go. You are last so enjoy the show”.

I then heard an evil, high-pitched, disturbing, laugh. It came from all directions. I again strained my ears and heard foot steps from the top floor stepping quickly but covering little ground, like a loud taunting tiptoe. I ignored it and went to check the circuit box. When I opened it there was a note that read: “The lights are off for a reason. Turn them on if you please. I promise the sights you see, Will bring you to your knees.”

I ripped off the note and flipped the switch. The same voice that laughed yelled, “I warned you!” in a childish way. I walked back in through the back door and immediately turned on the light. I fell down to my knees.

Ten people I didn’t even know were strung up in different ways all around the room. Some by their necks, others by their toes, a few even by their hair. All had their eyes dug out and open gaping mouths. All were hanging about a foot above my height. I was crying but I got back up. I was determined to destroy this madman. As I walked to the stairs, staring at all the bodies, I heard a sound like something was dropped down the stairs. It was a blood covered arm. I heard the sound again, this time it was a leg. Then an arm, then a leg, and finally a head.

It was my Mom’s head.

I backed into one of the corners and looked at the mirrors. All of the mirrors were blocked by bodies and all of them turned to stare at me. I broke down and started crying and twitching. I looked up and saw what caused it. I looked up at the only viewable mirror and saw the man, the beast that caused this.

It was me.

My dream rushed back to me. I was a serial murderer on the loose. I murdered house by house. I killed each living thing in each house as brutally as I could, taunting them before I killed them. I was attacking my next victim when I woke up. In the mirror I saw myself covered in blood standing with a wicked smile on my face. Then in my own crazed tone of voice I said, “Told you, you were last,” and then I slit my own throat, smiling and twitching as all color left my body. The outsides of my vision began to darken as I heard a demonic voice say, “Welcome home!”

(I hope u guys liked the story. Thanks if u read it.)