07/02/2026
🪞😱 THE MIRROR IN MY ROOM
PART 2: THE SMILE THAT WASN’T MINE
✍️ Written by Jos-pen
They say when you see something you can’t explain…
don’t try to understand it. Run.
But Martha didn’t run.
Because at that moment…
she couldn’t even move.
The room was black.
Not normal darkness.
This was the kind of darkness that felt thick… like smoke.
Martha’s scream died in her throat as soon as the lights went off.
She sat stiff on the bed, holding her breath, her eyes wide open, staring at the mirror.
The mirror was still glowing.
And her reflection…
Her reflection was no longer sitting.
It was standing.
Standing inside the mirror.
Smiling like a hungry animal.
Then Martha heard the sound again.
Scrrrr… scrrrr…
It sounded like nails scratching the floor.
Slow… steady… dragging.
Martha’s eyes dropped from the mirror to the floor.
And that was when she saw it.
A shadow.
Not her shadow.
A long, twisted shadow moving from the mirror toward her bed.
Martha grabbed her blanket quickly and wrapped it around herself like it could protect her.
Her lips trembled.
She tried to call out the name of Jesus.
But her tongue felt heavy.
She opened her mouth and only air came out.
The shadow moved closer.
Closer.
And closer.
Then a voice whispered from the darkness.
A dry voice, like someone speaking through dust.
“Do you know how long I have waited?”
Martha’s eyes filled with tears.
She shook her head slowly.
The voice chuckled softly.
“He doesn’t know either…”
Then she heard footsteps.
But not on the floor.
The footsteps sounded like they were coming from inside the mirror.
Tap… tap… tap…
Her reflection was walking.
Walking toward the mirror glass like it wanted to step out.
Martha covered her mouth.
Her whole body shook.
The reflection stopped at the edge of the mirror and placed its palm on the glass.
The glass rippled… like water.
Martha’s heart nearly stopped.
Because she realized something:
That mirror was not a mirror anymore.
It was a door.
And something was about to come through.
The reflection pressed harder.
Its fingers began to push through the glass slowly.
Like hands coming out of a river.
Martha couldn’t take it.
She jumped off the bed and ran to the switch on the wall.
She pressed it.
Nothing.
She pressed it again.
Still nothing.
She pressed it again and again until her fingers hurt.
No light.
No power.
Then she heard a laugh.
A soft laugh that sounded like it was right beside her.
“Martha…”
She turned sharply.
Nobody.
But the laughter continued.
Then the voice whispered again.
“You can’t turn on what has been turned off since my death.”
Martha’s blood ran cold.
She turned to the mirror again.
And she saw the reflection’s fingers had already passed through.
Then the hand followed.
Then the wrist.
Martha screamed again and ran to the door.
She grabbed the k**b and pulled.
The door refused to open.
She pulled harder.
Nothing.
She started banging the door.
“Help! Help me!”
Her voice echoed down the hallway.
But nobody answered.
Not even a dog barked.
Martha began to cry.
She banged harder.
“Somebody help!”
Then the voice behind her said calmly:
“No one will hear you. This house does not keep visitors.”
Martha turned slowly.
And what she saw almost made her collapse.
The reflection was now half out of the mirror.
Its head was tilted, like it was enjoying Martha’s fear.
Its eyes were not normal.
They were black, like two deep holes.
And the smile…
That smile was still there.
Wide and evil.
It stepped fully out of the mirror.
Now it was standing in the room.
In Martha’s room.
It looked exactly like Martha.
Same height.
Same hair.
Same clothes.
But its skin looked colder… paler.
Like a dead person pretending to be alive.
It stared at Martha.
Then it spoke with Martha’s voice.
“I like your body. It fits.”
Martha backed away.
She shook her head.
“No… no… no…”
The fake Martha took one step forward.
Martha took one step back.
The fake Martha smiled.
“You know what I missed the most?”
Martha’s voice was shaking.
“What…?”
The fake Martha’s smile widened.
“Breathing.”
Then suddenly, the fake Martha ran.
Not like a human being.
It moved too fast.
Like a shadow.
In one second, it was already in front of Martha.
It grabbed Martha’s wrist.
Its hand was freezing.
Cold like ice water.
Martha screamed and tried to pull away.
But the grip was too strong.
The fake Martha leaned closer and sniffed her neck like an animal.
“You smell like fresh life,” it whispered.
Martha cried.
“Please… leave me alone.”
The fake Martha laughed softly.
“You are in my room. You should be begging to stay alive.”
Martha’s legs weakened.
She felt like she was going to faint.
But then something strange happened.
The fake Martha suddenly paused.
Its head turned slightly, like it heard something.
Then it looked back at the mirror.
The mirror was glowing brighter.
And a shadow was visible inside it.
A tall shadow.
Bigger than the fake Martha.
It looked like a man… but too tall to be human.
The fake Martha’s smile faded.
It bowed its head slightly as if showing respect.
Then the tall shadow inside the mirror spoke.
The voice was deep.
So deep it sounded like it came from underground.
“Not yet.”
The fake Martha stepped away from Martha immediately.
It nodded.
“Yes… master.”
Martha’s eyes widened.
Master?
So the fake Martha was not even the real evil.
There was something worse.
Something controlling it.
The tall shadow moved closer inside the mirror.
And for a second… Martha saw its face.
Or what was left of it.
Its face looked like burned charcoal.
Its mouth was wide.
And its teeth…
Its teeth were sharp.
The shadow smiled at Martha.
And Martha felt her soul almost leave her body.
Then the shadow said:
“Sleep.”
And instantly, Martha’s body became heavy.
Her eyes began to close.
She tried to fight it.
She slapped herself.
She bit her lips.
But her body refused to obey.
She collapsed on the floor.
Her vision became blurry.
The last thing she saw before darkness swallowed her…
Was the fake Martha kneeling before the mirror.
And the shadow’s voice whispering:
“At midnight tomorrow… we begin the exchange.”
Martha woke up suddenly.
Morning light entered through the window.
Birds were chirping outside.
The room looked normal again.
The mirror looked normal again.
Martha sat up quickly.
Her entire body was drenched in sweat.
She touched her neck.
She touched her hands.
Everything seemed fine.
She stood up and ran to the mirror.
Her reflection stared back at her.
Normal.
No smile.
No dark eyes.
Martha breathed out.
“It was a dream,” she whispered.
“It was just a dream.”
But then she looked down at the floor.
And her stomach dropped.
There were footprints.
Wet footprints.
From the mirror…
To where she had collapsed.
Martha’s knees trembled.
She stepped back.
Then she noticed something else.
On her wrist.
There was a mark.
A dark fingerprint mark.
Like someone had grabbed her hard.
Martha’s lips trembled.
“This wasn’t a dream…”
She grabbed her phone quickly.
No signal.
She tried again.
Still no signal.
She rushed out of the room and ran outside into the compound.
For the first time since she came, she saw people outside.
A woman was sweeping near the neighboring house.
Martha ran to her like a mad person.
“Aunty! Aunty please!”
The woman looked up slowly.
She was old, with gray hair and tired eyes.
She stared at Martha’s face for a long time.
Then her face changed.
Her broom dropped from her hand.
“You…” she whispered.
Martha held her tightly.
“Aunty please help me. Something is in my room. Something came out of the mirror!”
The old woman’s eyes widened.
She stepped back like Martha was dangerous.
Then she asked in a trembling voice:
“You slept in that room… last night?”
Martha nodded quickly.
“Yes! Yes! I did!”
The old woman’s lips shook.
Then she whispered:
“God forgive you… that means it has seen you.”
Martha cried.
“Aunty what are you talking about?!”
The old woman looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching.
Then she grabbed Martha’s arm and pulled her close.
And she whispered the words that made Martha’s heart stop:
“That mirror… belongs to the dead girl who died there.”
Martha swallowed.
“What dead girl?”
The old woman leaned closer.
And her voice dropped lower.
“She didn’t die normally…”
Martha’s body became cold.
The old woman continued:
“They found her body sitting on the bed… smiling.”
Martha’s eyes widened.
Her knees nearly gave way.
Then the old woman added:
“And when they removed the mirror…”
Martha’s voice cracked.
“What happened?”
The old woman’s eyes filled with fear.
She whispered:
“The mirror removed itself back.”
Martha’s heart pounded violently.
Then she asked the most important question.
“Aunty… what should I do now?”
The old woman stared into Martha’s eyes and said slowly:
“If you want to live… never look into that mirror after 12am.”
Martha’s face twisted.
“But I already looked!”
The old woman shook her head.
“Then your time is short.”
Martha’s breath caught.
“What do you mean my time is short?!”
The old woman held Martha’s hand tightly and said:
“Because tonight… it will come for you again.”
Martha began to shake.
And as if the universe wanted to confirm it…
Martha’s phone vibrated suddenly.
She looked at the screen.
For the first time, there was signal.
A message appeared.
Unknown number.
It read:
“YOU CAN’T HIDE FOREVER.”
“12:07AM.”
Martha screamed and dropped the phone.
But the message didn’t end there.
Another message entered immediately:
“DON’T FORGET…”
“WE ALREADY PRACTICED LAST NIGHT.”
Martha’s eyes rolled back.
She nearly fainted.
Then she heard a soft voice behind her.
A voice she knew too well.
Her own voice.
It whispered:
“Martha…”
She turned quickly.
And standing at the edge of the compound…
Was herself.
The fake Martha.
Smiling.
And waving.
😱🔥 TO BE CONTINUED… PART 3: SOMETHING WAS BEHIND ME
Say “Part 3” and I’ll continue immediately, bby
