At 3.13 A.m., a scream echoed from house number 13. When police arrived, there was no door, just a wall with a message carved in blood. The mirror chose me.
Jack stumbles into the police station, shirt torn, face bleeding. His phone plays a looped recording. You're next. You're next. He grabs Officer Harris by the collar. Emily's gone. The house, it's alive.
Harris freezes. House number 13? That place was condemned. It burned down in 85. No one rebuilt it.
Back to the beginning.
Three days earlier, Emily and Jack arrive in Red Hall. They inherited a house from Jack's aunt. House number 13 on Willow Creek Lane. The town is quiet. Too quiet. The house is oddly pristine, despite being abandoned for decades. Inside, furniture covered in white sheets. A grandfather clock stuck at 3.13, a mirror in the hallway, covered in black velvet. Emily feels drawn to it. Jack avoids it.
That night, Emily hears knocking inside the walls. Three knocks, paws, two knocks, paws, one. Jack brushes it off. Old pipes. But Emily sees something in the mirror, a flicker of movement behind her.
Day 2, Emily explores the attic, finds a journal. Reflections are not always yours. Inside, sketches of a woman with black eyes standing behind the mirror. Jack finds a hidden room behind the library, door chains shut. On the wall, do not open unless you're ready to see your true self. Emily opens it. Inside, a mirror, ornate and massive candles melted into the floor. A cold draft, though no windows. She removes the cloth. Her reflection smiles, but she isn't. Behind her, the black-eyed woman. Emily screams.
Jack rushes in, but the room is gone. Only her phone remains recording. I'm here. Don't let them take you too.
Jack visits Mrs. Grace. She tells him about the final reflection, a cult that believed mirrors were gateways. In 1985, the house burned down, but every 13 years it rebuilds itself. To feed, to choose, to reflect.
Jack returns to the house. The clock ticks. 3.12, 3.13. The mirror glows. Emily's voice echoes, Jack, help me. Her hand reaches from inside the glass. The mirror whispers, Take her place, or forget she ever existed. Jack touches the glass. He's pulled in. The mirror shatters. Silence.
Next morning, police arrive. No door, no windows, just a wall, written in blood. The house is ready for its next victim.
Mrs. Grace watches from her window, she whispers, Every 13 years, and every time, the mirror chooses the first one who looks.
If this story gave you chills, hit like and subscribe. Our tales turn into voice, so you don't just hear the horror, you live it. And remember, never look too long into a mirror you don't recognize.
📺watch in YouTube:
👀For more Drama: