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 The Mirror’s Curse

Meera moved into the old colonial house against her better judgment. It was cheap, and she needed a place fast. The locals warned her about it—whispered about the tragedies—but she brushed it off as superstition.

The first night was uneventful, except for the mirror in the hallway. It was massive, with a tarnished silver frame carved with strange symbols. Meera didn’t like it, but it was too heavy to move.

By the second night, she noticed odd things. Her reflection lingered a second longer than it should have, her smile stretched too wide when she wasn’t smiling at all. She told herself it was exhaustion.

On the third night, the mirror showed her something that froze her blood. As she walked past, her reflection didn’t move. It stared at her. Then it raised its hand and pointed behind her.

Meera spun around, but the hallway was empty. Heart racing, she turned back to the mirror. Her reflection was gone.

Terrified, she covered the mirror with a blanket and went to bed. But she woke up to the sound of glass shattering. The mirror lay in shards on the floor. Before she could breathe, her reflection stepped out of the broken pieces—smiling.

Meera screamed and ran, but the reflection was faster. It grabbed her, and she felt her skin crawl as it whispered in her ear, “It’s my turn now.”

When the neighbors checked the house the next day, they found it empty—except for the mirror. It was back on the wall, spotless, and in its reflection, Meera stood staring out.

But her eyes were not her own.