Horror — Story

Start with small, "wrong" details and gradually increase the tension until the final reveal or twist.

He stepped into the hallway, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The sheet lay in a heap. The mirror was bare. In the dim moonlight, he saw himself—or rather, the thing that looked like him—standing inside the glass. Horror Story

He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and looked back at the glass. The door in the reflection was shut now, too. "Just tired," he muttered, the sound of his own voice strangely hollow. Start with small, "wrong" details and gradually increase

But this time, the reflection wasn't looking at him. It was looking at something behind Elias. The mirror was bare

By Thursday, Elias stopped looking at the mirror entirely. He covered it with an old bedsheet. But that night, he woke to the sound of fabric hitting the floor.

In the mirror, the reflection screamed, but no sound came out. In the real world, Elias felt a cold, wet breath against his ear. "Found you," a voice rasped, sounding exactly like his own.