The Devil’s Reflection: A True Horror Story of Love, Loss, and a Haunted Mirror

A Mysterious Girl, a Haunted Mirror – A Real Horror Encounter You Won’t Forget

 My name is John. I was sitting in a café, enjoying my coffee, when my eyes fell on a girl sitting at the table across from me. Her face wasn’t visible, but from her skin tone, body structure, and hair, I could tell she must be incredibly beautiful.

Just as I was lost in this thought, the girl got up to leave. Suddenly, something fell from her hands. I quickly stood up to check—she had dropped her keys, maybe house or car keys.

I called out to her immediately, but she didn’t hear me. I followed her and caught up just in time to stop her. As soon as I came in front of her, I was stunned—could someone really be this beautiful? Her big green eyes, silky black hair, and radiant face left me speechless. She looked at me with a startled expression.

Apologetically, I said, “Sorry! You dropped your keys in the café. I was calling out, but I guess you didn’t hear me.”

She gave a soft smile and replied, “Oh, sorry, I had my earphones in and didn’t hear you.”

She took the keys, thanked me, and walked away.

But something about her voice and face pulled me toward her. Anyway, I returned home. It was Sunday, my day off, so I lay down and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, I felt someone stroking my head. As I opened my eyes, I found her sitting beside me, softly running her fingers through my hair. The same girl.

Startled, I sat up—but she vanished into thin air. Maybe it was just my imagination. I convinced myself that I had let her image take over my mind. I stepped outside for a walk, hoping to clear my mind.

It was around 10 PM. As I walked down the road near my house, I noticed the same girl sitting on a bench nearby. Gathering my courage, I approached her and said, “Hi, I’m John. And you are?”

She smiled and replied, “I’m Daisy.”

Then she got up and started walking with me. We talked and walked quite far. Realizing we’d gone too far, we exchanged numbers and addresses before parting ways.

I was thrilled. But as I turned back, something strange happened—Daisy was walking away unusually fast, almost like she was running. Confused, I headed home.

The next day, I invited Daisy over for dinner, and to my surprise, she accepted. Around 10 PM, there was a knock on the door. I rushed to open it—and there she was, Daisy, looking stunning in a black outfit.

Lights Flicker, Fear Rises: A Night of Demonic Disturbance

She came in and sat down for dinner. But as soon as we began eating, her behavior turned bizarre. She started eating rapidly, almost shoving her face into the plate. The sight was disturbing, almost nauseating.

Her once-beautiful face now appeared eerie. I quietly got up and moved toward the door. Suddenly, the lights started flickering. I tried to open the gate, but it wouldn’t budge.

Daisy grabbed my hand. Her face had transformed into something monstrous. I froze in fear. I yanked my hand back and rushed upstairs, quickly locking the door behind me.

But Daisy followed, laughing creepily. “Darling,” she said in a chilling voice, “Why so scared? Come to me.”

I shouted, “Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?”

Her voice turned deep and demonic. “Who am I?” she said. “I’m the child of the Devil.”

Then she began laughing and crying at the same time. She started banging on the door. Terrified, I jumped out of the window to escape and ran as fast as I could.

Eventually, I reached my friend James’ house and told him everything. He immediately got his car, and we headed to the police station. On the way, I spotted Daisy standing in the middle of the road.

I pointed and said, “James, look! That’s Daisy!”

Before we could process anything, Daisy suddenly appeared in front of the car. James hit the brakes, but we lost control and crashed into a tree.

We weren’t badly hurt, but the car wouldn’t start. We got out and began running. Behind us, we could hear her terrifying laughter. It felt like the road would never end.

Suddenly, I collapsed and lost consciousness.

When I came to, I found myself lying in a hospital bed. The first thing I asked was about James. The doctor said the police had found our wrecked car with me unconscious—but there was no sign of James.

I hurried over to James’ place, but he was nowhere to be found. I couldn’t understand—where did he go? Could Daisy, that demonic being, have taken him with her? I was going crazy thinking about it.

A Visit to Daisy’s Address Uncovers a Dark Past

I finally mustered the courage to visit the address Daisy had given me. It was around 2 PM when I stood outside her house. I rang the doorbell. An old man answered the door.

Nervously, I asked, “Is this Daisy’s house?”

He looked at me curiously, then nodded and invited me inside. I was scared, but I had to find James.

The man introduced himself as Lucas. He asked how I knew Daisy. I told him everything. He gave a faint smile.

Confused, I asked, “Who are you to Daisy?”

He replied, “I’m her husband.”

Shocked, I said, “Her husband? But Daisy looks so young, and you…”

Lucas sighed, “We were about the same age when we got married. We had three kids. Life was perfect—until one day, Daisy’s friend gifted her a mirror.”

And that mirror changed everything.

Daisy became obsessed with it—she’d stare into it all day, ignoring me and the kids. One day I tried to break it in anger, but it wouldn’t shatter. I threw it out, but it would always reappear in the room.

Then one day, Daisy said the mirror was a portal to another world—a demonic realm.

They wanted to take her with them. I didn’t believe it. 

Until one day, I saw her step into the mirror and vanish. I made every effort to stop her, but I failed to do so.

Now, whenever those demons from the mirror-world find someone they like, they send Daisy out to lure them—and take them into that other world, where no one ever returns the same.

Daisy is still young today—but she’s no longer my Daisy. She’s become a vessel of evil.

My heart sank. I asked Lucas where the mirror was kept now.

He looked at me solemnly and said, “It’s in the upstairs room. Daisy took James through it too.”

I ran upstairs. There it was—covered in a cloth. I removed the cloth and looked into the mirror.

I saw James.

But it wasn’t the James I knew...

It was his demonic reflection. 

Syeda Shehzana Haider