Saturday
This sounds absolutely idiotic. I know youāve all heard this kind of thing before ā someone thinks her house is haunted, everyone else assures her that sheās just paranoid, and all kinds of terror and gore follows. Itās the stuff of every campy, B-list horror movie. But I swear on my life Iām not crazy. No one believes me, but then I found this forum, and I think maybe someone can help me.
Let me explain. I moved to Boston from Minneapolis about a month ago, to start work as a post-doctoral fellow in a research lab at Harvard Medical School. (See, Iām a smart person! Iām not crazy!) I ended up living with a friend of a friend in her tiny apartment thatās definitely not designed for two people. Itās not old and decrepit, like youād see in the movies ā it was probably built in the 1970s, and thereās nothing scary about the building itself besides the lead paint on the walls. However, I became uneasy the very first time I looked in the bathroom mirror.
I was brushing my teeth when I thought I saw a flicker of movement behind me. I turned around, thinking it must be my new roommate ā she hadnāt been there the entire afternoon while I was moving my boxes in, so I hadnāt met her yet. I poked my head out the door to look for her, but she was nowhere to be seen. I shrugged and continued brushing my teeth, not thinking much of the moment, but feeling slightly on edge.
The next few days were crazy, so I wasnāt exactly sitting around staring at the bathroom mirror all day. I was getting accustomed to my lab, filling out mountains of paperwork, losing my ID card and getting locked out of the mouse facility… you know, normal work stuff. It wasnāt until a week later, when I decided to do some deep cleaning of the apartment, that I took a good look at the mirror again.
And the mirror took a good look back at me.
There I was, perched halfway on the sink and scrubbing the mirror with glass cleaner, when I caught a flash of movement and saw a face in the glass, like someone was standing right behind me.
I inhaled sharply and fell off the counter, dropping the cleaning supplies with a huge clatter that sent my roommate running to see what happened. After explaining that I had just lost balance and everything was fine (somehow, I didnāt think that babbling about mysterious phantoms in mirrors was good roommate bonding material), I cautiously peered back into the mirror. There was nothing but my flushed and worried face.
I mentally berated myself for being so stupid. I was a logical, smart scientist, not someone who fell for scary stories and believed in ghosts. I was just freaking myself out. Stress from work, or something. Maybe I was sick. I started to eerily similar to Scrooge denying the reality of the ghost of Jacob Marley. Fast forward to later that night, when I woke up desperately needing to use the bathroom. Of course, after carrying out that task, I needed to wash my hands, which was locatedā¦ you see where this is going. I tried to focus on nothing but my hands, but I couldnāt help taking a peek at the mirror. And then I screamed loud enough to wake up the whole building.
In the dim light, I could see a girlās face, reflected in the same spot as I had seen it before, near the upper right-hand corner. Her pale skin was dull and pasty, and her hair was stringy and unkempt. She looked to be in her late teens ā maybe 16 or 17. Her face was utterly plain and unmemorable, besides her expression of abject terror.
A hand touched my shoulder, and I swear my heart practically exploded in fear and shock. It turned out to be my roommate again, this time sleepier and more annoyed. I sank down to the floor and breathed heavily, trying to calm my heart rate.
āWhat the hellās going on?ā Cassie asked wearily.
Fear outweighed pride, and I decided that enough was enough. I had to tell her. And she would be able to see, too ā the face was right there in the mirror, plain as day!
āI ā um ā itās, well, itās that face. In the mirror. The girl who looks at you andā¦ā My voice came out embarrassingly shaky and weak, and I trailed off, realizing how stupid I sounded.
Cassie gaped at me. āSo you screamed and woke everyone within a mile radius because you saw a face in the mirror? Did you forget what mirrors are for? Let me explain for youā¦ the mirror REFLECTS YOUR OWN FACE.ā
āNo, no, itās not me!ā I protested squeakily. āItās someone else, look, look!ā I stood up and grabbed her shoulders, turning her to face the mirror. āIn the right-hand corner, see? See her face? Oh my god, her eyes are moving! Sheās watching us!ā
Slowly, Cassie put her hand on mine, which I was flailing around in a panic.
āLiz,ā she said carefully, āgo to sleep. You had a bad dream and youāre freaking out. Thereās nothing there.ā
I couldnāt even form words to reply. I could see the girl in the mirror, plain as day, right next to my face. Her eyes were trained on me, but she blinked slowly, and her nostrils flared slightly as she breathed in and out. How could I be seeing things, or making it up? I mustāve been losing my mind. I slunk back to bed and sobbed under my covers until I fell asleep.
For three days, I brushed my teeth and washed my hands in the kitchen sink, and I closed my eyes every time I passed the mirror. I avoided all conversation with Cassie, and went so far as to stay and work overnight at the lab one night. But my curiosity was running like crazy the entire time, and finally I broke down. Saturday afternoon ā not the middle of the night, I had learned my lesson about that ā I girded my loins and took a trip to the mirror.
She was there again, waiting for me. Her bottomless black eyes bored into mine, and I thought I could hear her humming, right at the edge of audibility. Without realizing, I leaned closer and closer, until my nose bumped into the glass and brought me to my senses. I backed up rapidly, pressing myself against the wall behind me, but I couldnāt break eye contact. Her desperate, pleading face drew me in like a magnet, and against my will, I found myself moving closer again, until ā
The front door banged open, and Cassie entered with her boyfriend. I started washing my hands, pretending I hadnāt just been staring at a ghost (was she a ghost?) in the mirror. Cassie had been acting very cautiously around me, as though I might start foaming at the mouth and shouting about ghosts at the drop of a hat, so I wanted to project an image of total sanity.
I couldnāt help taking one more look as I dried my hands, however. The girlās mouth was open, and the humming was louder ā a tune that tickled the back of my mind like a far-off memory I couldnāt reach. I ran back to my room and barricaded the door. Then I started doing some research ā which is, after all, what I do best.
So tomorrow, Iām going to try something: Iām going to talk to her. During the daytime, when hopefully I wonāt get as scared or jump to conclusions. I want to know if sheās conscious. Iāll report back then.
Sunday
Okay, things are escalating fast. It took forever for Cassie to leave the apartment today, but I finally had the place to myself. After chickening out several times, I finally crept down to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Which was empty of anything but my face.
I slumped down the wall, my head spinning, wondering if this was how insanity started. Pretty soon I wouldnāt be able to function because Iād be staring into my bathroom mirror all day, ranting and raving about humming ghosts.
Speaking of hummingā¦ I froze. I could hear her again. Slowly, I pushed myself up off the floor and looked at the mirror.
She was back! I was flooded with equal parts relief (I was right! She was really there!) and terror (there was a phantom in my mirror!). Her mouth was open wider today, and the humming was louder. This was my chance to talk to her ā and since her vocal cords were apparently working, maybe sheād talk back.
I cleared my throat ineffectively and choked out a single āHello?ā
The humming stopped immediately. Her face grew larger, as though she was stepping closer to the other side of the mirror. Her mouth opened slowly, slowly, slowly, and finally, eyes drilling into mine she spoke.
āLet me outā¦ let me outā¦ let me outā¦ā She repeated the phrase over and over as I stared, open-mouthed. Her voice was plaintive, but also robotic, as though she had said this for years with no one listening. Finally, it occurred to me to keep talking and see if I could get her to say something else.
āWho are you?ā
Her mouth closed with a sharp clack of teeth, and then opened again slowly, to form the word āyou.ā
Fear coursed through my body like a series of electric shocks. She didnāt repeat the word again, but stared harder at me. I couldnāt look away.
āAre youā¦ are you dead?ā I whimpered, all sense of bravado lost.
She smirked at me. āAre you dead?ā Great, now I was talking to a mirror that mirrored my words. But then she continued, āā¦ you will be soon.ā
I opened my mouth and realized I couldnāt speak. I would be dead soon? Oh my god, this was insane. This couldnāt be happening. I refused to allow myself to be scared by a figment of my imagination telling me that I would die soon. An angry reply bubbled up in my throat, but before I could spit it out, her face faded from the surface of the mirror, and all I could see was my face once more.
I donāt know what to do now.
Sunday Night
I can hear her from my room. She hums, or she repeats āAre you dead?ā ad nauseum, or she takes a relaxing break by hissing my name over and over. Lizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Lizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Elizzzzzzzzzzzabeth. I have never hated my name so much. I canāt believe Cassie supposedly canāt hear this.
Iām going to bed, this is insane. Iāll tell you if anything happens tomorrow.
Monday Night
Itās almost midnight, and I got home two hours ago. I stayed late at the lab ā Iād like to say itās because of my superior work ethic and drive to succeed, but honestly, I was just afraid to go home. But then I started freaking out whenever I saw mirrors in the bathrooms at work. I guess if Iām going to be terrified by mirrors, Iād rather be terrified in a place where I can run and hide beneath my covers in under 60 seconds, if the need arises.
For an hour, I sat in my room, listening to her hum my name over and over. I could feel her presence pulling me towards the bathroom, but I tried to resist. Finally, I couldnāt help it. I scampered down the hall like a scared bunny and went to see her.
I donāt know what happened from then until about five minutes ago, and Iām terrified by that. I donāt remember any time passing, but suddenly it was much later and I was sitting cross-legged on top of the sink, nose-to-nose with her face. It suddenly occurred to me that I couldnāt see my own reflection in the mirror, just hers. That shock was enough to propel me out of the roomā¦ for now.
Iāve noticed that as soon as I leave the bathroom, I feel physical relief, like something heavy is pressing on me the entire time Iām there, and it lifts. But somehow, that magnetic pull keeps dragging me back.
Tuesday
I couldnāt go to work today. She wouldnāt let me. I sat with her all day and she hummed my name.
Wednesday
She wants me to let her out. I donāt know how. When I asked, all she said was āyou will be soon.ā
Thursday
I think I need help. Can anyone tell me how I could get her out? Should I break the mirror? Is there some kind of spell?
Thursday, 2 Hours Later
She keeps saying ālet me out,ā āare you dead,ā and āyou will be soon,ā over and over, and it finally just hit me.
Maybeā¦ maybe there always has to be someone in the mirror. Maybe I need to die to let her out.
Iām going to go sit with her. Sheās so lonely.
Friday
Am I dead?
Saturday
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, this is unreal. This is Cassie ā I saw this thread open on Lizās computer, after ā well, she never shut it down, and I saw it and ā oh my god ā I donāt know where to start. I donāt know whatās going on. I probably shouldnāt even be posting here, the police will need her computer for evidence, but Iām so scared.
Liz is dead.
I came home Friday night thinking everything was normal, and walked into a nightmare. The bathroom mirror was shattered, and Liz stood in front of it, her nose centimeters away from the broken glass surface, holding a massive shard loosely in her fingers. My mind was completely empty and I couldnāt breathe. My ears rang, but underneath it all, I could hear her hummingā¦ her own name.
Lizzzzzzzzzzz. Lizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
She raised the shard of glass to her throat, and before I could know what was going on or could come to my senses and stop her, she sliced.
Thereās a lot of blood in the human body, incidentally.
Obviously Iām not at home right now ā itās a crime scene. Iām staying at my boyfriendās house. I havenāt used the bathroom in 8 hours because Iām afraid to look in the mirror, but I donāt know how much longer I can hold out. I donāt know if anyone else is actually online right now, but if I donāt reply for 10 minutesā¦ never mind, you canāt even do anything. Wish me luck.
Sunday
There are two girls in my mirror, and they sing my name through the walls. Cassssssssssssssssie. Cassssssssssssssssie. They ask me to let them out.
Iām going to go sit with them. They must be so lonely.
Am I dead yet?
Credit: Emily Thurtithrea
This story was submitted to Creepypasta.com by a fellow reader. To submit your own creepypasta tale for consideration and publication to this site, visit ourĀ submissions pageĀ today.
Copyright Statement: Unless explicitly stated, all stories published on Creepypasta.com are the property of (and under copyright to) their respective authors, and may not be narrated or performed under any circumstance.