Chapter 1: The Forgotten Relic
Hannah had always been fascinated by antiques. As a historian, she loved uncovering the stories behind forgotten relics. So when she stumbled upon a Victorian-era mirror at an old estate sale, she felt drawn to it. The glass was cloudy, the silver frame tarnished with intricate carvings of symbols she didn't recognize. The vendor, an elderly woman, hesitated before selling it to her."That mirror has a past," the woman warned. "It's seen things."
Hannah dismissed the comment as superstition and took it home, placing it in her study. The first few nights were uneventful. But soon, she began to notice… oddities. The reflection in the mirror seemed slower than her own movements, a fraction of a second behind. At first, she thought it was her imagination.
Then, one night, she saw something impossible.
As she brushed her hair in front of the mirror, her reflection smiled. But she hadn't.
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Chapter 2: The Whispering Glass
Hannah stared, frozen in terror. The reflection held its eerie grin for a moment before snapping back to mimic her movements. She swallowed hard, trying to shake off the chill creeping down her spine. Perhaps she was overtired.The following night, she dreamt of the mirror. In her dream, it was no longer a simple object but a doorway, a window into a dark void. A figure stood beyond the glass, shadowed and shifting, whispering her name. The voice was like silk and sand, soft yet grating.
When she awoke, the whispering didn’t stop.
She turned toward the mirror. The glass rippled, like water disturbed by an unseen force. She bolted upright, her heart pounding. The room was silent again, but the feeling of being watched never left.
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Chapter 3: The Entity
Determined to find answers, Hannah researched the carvings on the mirror’s frame. She discovered they were ancient Arabic sigils used to trap malevolent spirits. The mirror wasn’t just a relic—it was a prison.That night, she made a terrible mistake.
Armed with her newfound knowledge, she attempted a purification ritual, chanting words she barely understood. As she traced her fingers over the mirror’s surface, the air turned ice cold. The lights flickered. The sigils on the frame began to glow faintly.
Then, the glass shattered.
But instead of falling to the floor, the shards hovered in the air, forming a swirling vortex of darkness. From within, a figure emerged—tall and gaunt, its limbs elongated and twisted. Its face was featureless, except for hollow black pits where eyes should have been.
"You… released me," it whispered, its voice echoing through her mind.
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Chapter 4: The Haunting
Hannah ran, but no matter where she turned, reflections showed glimpses of the entity. In the bathroom mirror, it stood behind her. In the windowpane, its hollow eyes watched. Even the reflection in a puddle on the street bore its image.She smashed every mirror in her house, but it was useless. The Djinn was no longer bound to the glass. It was part of her now, lurking in every reflective surface, whispering dark promises.
Sleep became impossible. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt its presence drawing closer. It didn’t need a mirror anymore. It could reach her anywhere.
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Chapter 5: The Escape
Desperate, Hannah sought the help of an occult scholar, Dr. Farid Malik. He listened to her story, his expression grim."Mirror Djinn are powerful. They don’t just haunt—they consume. The more you fear it, the stronger it gets. There’s only one way to banish it."
He handed her a vial of black sand. "This must be scattered over the broken shards while reciting the binding spell. But beware—if you fail, it will claim you entirely."
Returning home, Hannah gathered the mirror’s shards, heart hammering. As she began the ritual, the shadows in the room deepened. The Djinn emerged, its twisted form writhing in the darkness.
"You cannot bind me again," it hissed.
Hannah ignored it, her voice steady as she completed the incantation. The black sand glowed, absorbing the entity’s form. It shrieked, its body distorting, until with a final, deafening howl—it was gone.
The room fell silent. The air felt lighter. The reflections showed nothing but her own exhausted face.
Hannah collapsed to the floor, tears of relief streaming down her cheeks.
But as she stood up, something caught her eye. A single, unbroken shard of the mirror lay in the corner. And in it, just for a moment—
She saw it smile.
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February 27, 2025
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