The Reflection-Campfire Scary Story
Lucy hated the mirror in her new apartment. It was an old, antique piece that had come with the place—tall and warped, the glass slightly smudged no matter how much she cleaned it. But something about it made her uneasy, as though it was watching her rather than reflecting.
Late one night, unable to sleep, Lucy found herself drawn to it. She stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. The room behind her was dim, only the faintest light from the streetlamp outside casting shadows across the walls. But something felt off.
Her reflection blinked. She hadn’t. Lucy’s heart leapt into her throat as she stepped back, eyes wide, breath quickening. The reflection, however, stayed still, its eyes locked on hers. Then, slowly, it smiled—an eerie, crooked smile that spread too far across its face.
Lucy gasped, stumbling back. She turned to run, but her legs felt like lead. The reflection didn’t move with her; it remained frozen in the glass, staring and grinning, its eyes now glinting with malice.
She bolted for the door, but a cold hand grabbed her arm—impossibly cold, like ice. She whipped her head around, only to see her own reflection standing beside her, not in the mirror, but next to her, as solid as the walls around her.
Before Lucy could scream, the reflection yanked her towards the mirror. With a final, desperate gasp, she was pulled inside, the glass rippling as though it were liquid.
The mirror, now calm, showed only an empty room and the faint sound of Lucy’s scream fading away.
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