🪞 Spectrophobia isn’t just fear. It’s your body warning you— Something in the reflection isn’t right.
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👁️ The First Sign
One night, I caught a glimpse of my reflection—but it didn’t move with me.
I turned my head. She didn’t.
I smiled nervously. My reflection didn’t smile back.
I gasped and flipped on the lights. It was back to normal.
Was I dreaming? Sleep-deprived? Losing it? I told myself it was nothing. But the fear didn’t leave.
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📚 I Googled It
The word popped up:
Spectrophobia — the fear of mirrors.
Some say it comes from childhood trauma. Others say mirrors are more than glass. They’re portals, or windows into the soul.
I tried to ignore it, but every night, the fear grew stronger.
Have you ever stared into a mirror late at night… and felt like something was staring back?
I didn’t believe in superstitions. Until it happened to me.
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📖 It started last winter.
I had just moved into a new apartment—cheap rent, quiet neighborhood, big bedroom. The only strange thing? A large antique mirror was screwed into the wall. The landlord said it came with the place.
I didn't think much of it... until the second night.
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🌙 The First Glitch
Around 3:00 AM, I woke up suddenly. Not because of a sound—just this cold feeling in the room. I turned and saw the mirror facing my bed.
My reflection was still.
But my head was tilted in the mirror—ever so slightly.
I blinked hard. It fixed itself. Probably sleep haze, I told myself. But I still covered it with a blanket before going back to sleep.
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👁️ The Second Night
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I forgot to cover the mirror.
That night, I dreamt of a girl standing inside it—same room, same mirror, but her eyes were hollow. She didn't move. She just watched.
When I woke up, the blanket I had draped over the mirror the night before was neatly folded on my desk.
I live alone.
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📸 Caught on Camera
On the third night, I set up my phone to record the mirror while I slept.
When I checked it in the morning, my heart dropped.
At 2:59 AM, the mirror went pitch black—like it was a screen turning off.
At 3:01 AM, there was a whisper. Faint but clear:
> “Why do you keep looking?”
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🕯️ I Moved Out
I told the landlord. He just shrugged and said,
> “You’re not the first to ask about that mirror.”
I broke my lease and left the next day.
Now, I never sleep facing a mirror.
And if I ever see one in the dark, I look away.
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🧿 The Fear Is Real
Some say it's all in your mind. Others believe mirrors are portals—to another world, another version of you… or something worse.
All I know is this:
If a mirror ever feels wrong at night—trust your instinct. Don’t look too long.
Because sometimes, something looks back.
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