The Old Mirror Story for Kids
When Hannah was young, her grandmother had warned her never to look into it for too long. “It shows more than what’s on the surface,” she would say with a serious tone. But to a young girl, warnings like that only fueled her curiosity.
Now, at the age of twenty-two, after her grandmother’s passing, Hannah returned to the house to sort through belongings. It had been a while since she had last visited, but the memories of her childhood there flooded back the moment she stepped inside.
Everything looked the same: the old wooden floors creaked under her feet, the smell of lavender and aged paper lingered in the air, and the antique furniture seemed frozen in time.
Hannah spent hours going through drawers, sorting through photographs and old letters. Yet, despite all the memories, her mind kept wandering back to the attic. The mirror. She had avoided it over the years, afraid to uncover something she wasn’t supposed to know. But today, something was different. The urge to finally look into it was overwhelming.
As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the house, Hannah found herself standing in front of the attic door. She took a deep breath and pulled the latch, the door creaking open with a sound that seemed to echo through the silence of the house.
The attic was exactly as she remembered. Cobwebs hung in corners, and old boxes were stacked high. And there, resting against the wall, stood the mirror. It was just as beautiful, its frame slightly worn from years of neglect.
With trembling hands, Hannah approached it. She hesitated for a moment, remembering her grandmother’s warning. But curiosity pushed her forward. She reached out and ran her fingers along the cool, smooth surface of the glass.
For a brief second, nothing happened. The reflection in the mirror showed only her own face, her brown eyes wide with uncertainty. She smiled at herself, shaking off the unease that had settled in her chest.
But then, the reflection started to change. Slowly at first, and then faster, as if something was pushing against the glass from the other side.
Hannah stepped back, her heart racing. The reflection of her face began to warp. Her skin seemed to ripple, the features of her face twisting in unnatural ways. She gasped, her mind racing to understand what was happening.
And then she saw it. In the mirror, behind her, was another figure. It was a woman—no, a shadow of a woman—standing in the background. The figure was tall, with long, dark hair that hung loosely around her face. The woman’s eyes were empty, black voids that seemed to stare directly at Hannah.
Frozen in place, Hannah couldn’t look away. The figure in the mirror started to move closer, her slow steps mirroring Hannah’s every motion.
It felt as though the woman was inside the mirror, trapped, but still able to reach out. As the woman came closer, the air around Hannah grew colder, and she could feel a faint, cold breath on the back of her neck.
“Who are you?” Hannah whispered, her voice barely audible.
The woman’s lips didn’t move, but Hannah heard her voice in her mind, soft and eerie.
“Don’t look too long,” the woman warned. “It’s not what you think.”
Hannah’s heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to turn away, but her body refused to move. The woman in the mirror reached out her hand, her fingers elongated and thin, as if they were stretching to touch Hannah.
Suddenly, the woman’s fingers grazed the glass, and the mirror shook violently. The reflection of the woman’s hand broke through the surface, reaching out toward Hannah as if trying to pull her in. The glass rippled like water, distorting her own reflection.
“Run!” the woman cried in a desperate whisper. “Before it’s too late!”
With a jolt, Hannah snapped out of her trance, and before she knew it, her feet were moving. She stumbled backward, falling away from the mirror, her body trembling with fear. She ran down the stairs, not daring to look back.
The house felt different now—heavier, colder. The walls seemed to close in on her, and the air felt thick with something unspoken. She rushed out of the house, slamming the door behind her. Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps, and her heart thudded loudly in her chest.
The night was silent, but the strange feeling of being watched didn’t leave her. Hannah couldn’t shake the image of the woman in the mirror. Who was she? And what did she mean by “before it’s too late?”
Over the next few days, strange things began happening. Hannah would catch glimpses of movement in the corners of her eyes. Shadows would flicker in the reflection of windows, as if someone was standing just behind her. But when she turned, no one was there.
The most unsettling part was the mirror. Every time she walked past it in the attic, she could feel its presence. She couldn’t bring herself to go near it again, but the pull was always there, like an invisible thread drawing her back.
On the fourth night after the encounter, Hannah couldn’t sleep. The feeling of dread in the house was unbearable. She walked downstairs and found herself standing in front of the mirror once again. It was as though her feet moved on their own, guided by an unseen force.
This time, she wasn’t afraid. There was something in her, some part of her that needed to understand, needed to see the truth.
She gazed into the mirror, and there she was—the woman. Her face was clearer now, and Hannah could see the deep sorrow in her eyes.
“You shouldn’t have come back,” the woman whispered, her voice sounding desperate.
“Who are you?” Hannah asked again, her voice trembling.
“I am the one who was trapped,” the woman answered. “This mirror… it traps the souls of those who look too long. I was once like you—curious, eager to uncover the truth. But now, I am bound to this glass, unable to escape.”
Hannah’s heart sank as she understood. The mirror didn’t just reflect—it trapped. It held the souls of those who gazed into it too long, and now the woman was warning her.
Before Hannah could speak, the glass rippled again, and the woman’s figure began to fade.
“Leave now,” the woman’s voice echoed, growing fainter with each word. “Before it’s too late.”
The mirror’s surface grew still, and the woman disappeared completely. The air in the room felt heavy, as if a weight had been lifted. But Hannah knew that the warning was not over. The mirror held secrets, dark ones that had been waiting for someone like her.
She took one last look at the mirror, then turned and left the attic, leaving the glass behind. But she knew it wasn’t the end. The mirror still whispered in the back of her mind, and the strange presence in the house remained. The trap was set, and the reflection would never be the same again.
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