The Mirror Room
The selfie that shouldn’t exist… but did.
When reflections lie, can you trust your eyes? Aanya steps into the mirror maze for fun—but one snapshot reveals something chillingly out of place.
It was a cloudy evening when 17-year-old Aanya visited the newly reopened Mystic Carnival. With cousins in tow, she reveled in funnel cakes, glowing bracelets, and laughter echoing through the grounds. But it was the Infinite Mirror Room that drew her in—a hypnotic hall of reflections crafted for the perfect selfie.
She entered alone. The music inside was soft and surreal, like a lullaby wrapped in static. Lights bounced off the endless glass, duplicating her in every direction. Aanya smiled and lifted her phone.
Click. Click. Click. Snap after snap. Then, pause. Her screen lit up with a grid of photos. But one stopped her cold.
Clue #1: In the second row, third reflection—something was off. A cold stare. A raised hand. A tilt that didn’t match.
She zoomed in. All reflections mirrored her… except that one. It wasn’t smiling. Its hand was clawed, reaching. The head tilted unnaturally. She spun around. Nothing. Just reflections.
Confused, she tried to laugh it off—but unease crept in. She walked fast, turning corners, only to meet herself again. A breath fogged one mirror, but not the next. Her reflection blinked. Except one that didn't.
She raised her hand. So did her mirror selves. But one already had its hand up… before she moved.
The phone slipped from her hand, landing face-up. Aanya bent to pick it up and froze. Her shoulder, in the screen, had a pale hand resting on it.
Clue #2: In the selfie, the hand wasn’t hers. But she felt nothing at all.
Panic surged. She ran. Mirrors lied. Corridors twisted. Finally, breathless, she stumbled out.
That night, Aanya reviewed the photos. It was still there—the reflection that didn’t belong. She uploaded it online. Comments poured in.
“It’s just a glitch.”
“No, there’s a face behind her.”
“Guys… zoom in near the bottom corner.”
People began analyzing the image. Some claimed to see two figures. Others swore a shadowy grin lurked in the black space behind the glass.
Weeks passed. She took a new selfie at home. But again—her reflection wasn’t smiling. And someone else stood beside it. A tall shadow. Watching.
Clue #3: The reflection in the home mirror… smiled when she didn’t.
The legend of the Mirror Room resurfaced. Long ago, a fire destroyed the original carnival. A man named Dhruv, a technician, died inside the mirror maze. His body was never found. Locals whispered he was… trapped inside.
Now, Aanya couldn't trust mirrors. They felt too real. Too aware. Sometimes she turned away, but still saw herself watching.
What if your reflection wanted out? Would you notice the moment it changed?
She covered her bedroom mirror. Avoided reflective surfaces. But paranoia grew. Who was in control—the girl in the room, or the one in the glass?
The final straw came one dawn. She walked past a hallway mirror, hair a mess, yawning. Her reflection stood straight. Smiling. Eyes open wide.
She screamed. Her parents rushed out. But the mirror was… normal.
Or so they thought.
Bonus Clue: Count how many times the reflection acted before Aanya. Leave your count in the comments.
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