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🪞😱 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
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🪞😱 THE MIRROR IN MY ROOM
PART 1: THE CHEAP APARTMENT
✍️ Written by Jos-pen

They say…
when something is too cheap, it is either a blessing… or a trap.
And Martha was about to learn that lesson the hard way.
Martha had suffered.
Not the kind of suffering you tell people and they laugh.
The kind of suffering that makes you question if God is still listening.
She had slept on cold floors.
She had eaten dry rice without pepper.
She had walked long distances just to attend interviews that ended with the same sentence:
"We will call you."
But they never called.
Until one Monday morning, when her phone finally rang.
“Hello, is this Martha Nyenpan?”
“Yes, I am.”
“We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected…”
Martha didn’t even let the woman finish the sentence.
She screamed so loud that her neighbors thought she had won the lottery.
She had finally gotten a job.
A real job.
A job that would pay her every month.
A job that would change her life.
And the first thing she needed to do was simple:
Find a place to stay.
Because Martha was tired of sleeping in her cousin’s living room like an unwanted visitor.
That same afternoon, Martha carried her small bag and started searching for a room.
But the city was cruel.
Every house she saw had a price that sounded like a joke.
“Two hundred dollars monthly.”
“One hundred and fifty.”
“Three hundred with advance.”
Martha would just nod and smile, but inside her heart she was dying.
Because she knew she didn’t have that kind of money.
Even with her new job, she needed something affordable.
Something cheap.
And that was when she saw it.
A small handwritten sign nailed to a pole by the roadside:
ROOM FOR RENT – VERY CHEAP
CALL NOW
Martha stopped walking.
She stared at the sign again.
Her eyes narrowed.
“Very cheap?” she whispered.
It felt like the sign was calling her name.
Like it was meant for her.
So she took out her phone and called the number.
The phone rang only once before someone picked up.
A deep voice answered.
“Hello.”
“Hello sir, I saw your sign. I want the room.”
There was a short silence.
Then the voice said something strange.
“You want the room…?”
“Yes sir.”
Another silence.
Then the man replied:
“Come now. Don’t delay.”
And the call ended.
Martha looked at her phone.
The call didn’t even last 20 seconds.
But something about that voice…
It was not friendly.
It sounded dry.
Almost like someone who hadn’t spoken to a human being in years.
Martha shook her head.
“Maybe he is just old,” she said to herself.
And she followed the direction written on the sign.
After walking for almost fifteen minutes, she reached a quiet street.
Too quiet.
No children playing.
No music.
No shouting neighbors.
The street looked like a place that didn’t belong to the city.
It was calm… but not peaceful.
It was calm… like a graveyard.
Then she saw the house.
A tall old building, painted white, but the paint was fading like it was crying.
The gate was half open.
And the compound was strangely clean.
No grass.
No trash.
Nothing.
Just clean sand and silence.
Martha entered.
The moment she stepped inside the compound, her skin prickled.
It felt like the air became heavier.
She could hear her own footsteps clearly.
And she suddenly realized something:
There were no birds.
Not a single one.
Even in quiet places, you hear birds.
But here?
Nothing.
Not even a cricket.
Only silence.
Then she heard a sound.
Creeeeek…
The front door opened slowly by itself.
Martha froze.
She stood there like a statue.
The door opened wider.
And from inside the darkness, a man stepped out.
He was old.
Very old.
His head was bald and shiny like polished stone.
His eyes were red… not blood red, but the red of someone who never sleeps.
He wore a long brown shirt that looked like it was from another generation.
And his smile…
His smile didn’t reach his eyes.
He stared at Martha like he had been expecting her for years.
“You came,” he said.
Martha swallowed.
“Yes sir… I’m Martha.”
The old man nodded slowly.
“I know.”
That answer made Martha’s stomach twist.
How did he know her name?
She hadn’t told him her name on the phone.
But before she could ask, the old man turned and walked back inside.
“Follow me,” he said.
Martha hesitated.
But her need for a room was stronger than her fear.
So she followed.
Inside the house was colder than outside.
Not cold like air-condition.
Cold like… something dead lived there.
The corridor was long.
The walls were plain.
And the floor was so clean it looked unused.
The old man walked slowly, his slippers dragging.
Mrrrrr… mrrrrr…
The sound echoed.
Then he stopped at a door.
He opened it.
“This is the room,” he said.
Martha stepped in.
At first glance, she felt relief.
Because the room looked good.
The walls were painted cream.
The ceiling was white.
The window was big.
The bed space was wide.
Even the floor tiles looked new.
Martha smiled.
“This is perfect,” she said.
But then her eyes moved to the wall opposite the bed…
And her smile disappeared.
There was a mirror.
A big mirror.
Not the normal mirror you hang with nails.
This one looked like it was built into the wall.
The frame was black and old, with strange carved symbols on the edges.
And the glass…
The glass was too clear.
Too clean.
It reflected the room like it was alive.
Martha walked closer.
She stared at herself.
Her reflection stared back.
Normal.
But something about the mirror made her uncomfortable.
She couldn’t explain it.
It felt like the mirror was not just reflecting her face…
It felt like it was watching her.
Martha looked away quickly.
She forced a smile and turned to the old man.
“Sir, can I remove this mirror? I don’t like sleeping with mirror facing me.”
The old man’s face changed instantly.
His smile vanished.
His eyes became darker.
And his voice became serious.
“No.”
Martha blinked.
“No?”
The old man stepped closer.
His eyes locked on hers.
“You will not remove it.”
Martha laughed awkwardly.
“But sir, it’s my room…”
The old man’s voice rose a little, like anger was waking up inside him.
“That mirror belongs there.”
Martha’s chest tightened.
She nodded slowly.
“O-okay sir.”
The old man’s smile returned suddenly, like it never left.
“Good.”
Then he turned and walked out of the room.
But before leaving, he paused at the door and said:
“One more thing…”
Martha looked at him.
The old man stared at the mirror for a long time.
Then he looked back at Martha and said:
“Never look into it at midnight.”
Martha laughed nervously again.
“Why?”
The old man’s smile widened.
And he said:
“Because it may recognize you.”
Then he closed the door.
Martha stood still.
Her heart was beating faster.
“Recognize me?” she whispered.
She tried to convince herself it was just an old man’s joke.
Maybe he was trying to scare her.
Some landlords are weird.
Martha sighed and began unpacking.
She arranged her clothes.
She wiped the floor again.
She even sprayed perfume around the room.
And slowly, the fear faded.
Night came.
Martha ate bread and tea.
She laid on her small mattress.
She stared at the ceiling.
Then she closed her eyes.
At exactly 12:07am, Martha’s eyes opened suddenly.
Not because she wanted to.
But because something woke her.
The room was dark.
The air was cold.
And the silence was heavy.
Martha sat up.
She rubbed her eyes.
Then she heard it.
A whisper.
Soft.
Very soft.
Like wind.
“Martha…”
She froze.
Her throat dried up.
She looked around.
Nothing.
She held her breath.
Then the whisper came again.
This time closer.
“Martha…”
It sounded like it came from the wall.
From the mirror’s direction.
Martha’s body refused to move.
Slowly… slowly… she turned her head.
Her eyes landed on the mirror.
The mirror was not reflecting darkness.
It was glowing faintly.
Like moonlight was inside it.
Martha’s reflection was sitting on the bed.
Just like her.
But something was wrong.
Because her reflection was smiling.
Martha was not smiling.
The reflection’s smile became wider…
And wider…
Then it raised its hand slowly.
And waved.
Martha’s mouth opened but no sound came out.
Her heart was beating so hard she thought it would burst.
Then the reflection leaned forward in the mirror…
And whispered clearly:
“Welcome… to my room.”
Martha screamed.
And the lights in the entire building went off instantly.
BLACK OUT.
And in the darkness…
Something crawled out of the mirror.

😱🔥 TO BE CONTINUED… PART 2: THE SMILE THAT WASN’T MINE

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🪞😱 THE MIRROR IN MY ROOM
A suspenseful horror story that will keep you awake at night…
Every part is filled with mystery, fear, and shocking twists!
⚠️ A girl rented a cheap room…
⚠️ But the mirror in that room was not ordinary…
⚠️ What she saw at midnight changed her life forever…
📌 10 Parts Series
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😨 Horror • Suspense • Mystery
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✍️ Written by Jos-pen