EPISODE 5 - The mirror Room
I didn’t sleep.
I sat on the cold floor of my cursed house, staring at the bloody handprint above my bed and the red message:
“You belong to her now.”
Every time I blinked, I saw Uzoma’s face—those eyes growing back slowly like maggots forming from decay. I knew something was happening to me. Something dark.
I needed to understand why I was chosen.
The next morning, I decided to search the house—thoroughly. I felt drawn to it, like the walls were hiding something. That’s when I noticed the faint outline of a door behind the kitchen shelf. It had no knob, only symbols scratched into the wood:
𓂀𓆸𓂀 — symbols I had never seen.
I pushed. It didn’t open.
But the moment I whispered, “Obande…” the door creaked.
It led to a narrow staircase… downward.
Dust choked the air. The deeper I went, the colder it became. My flashlight flickered as if the darkness hated light.
At the bottom, I found it:
A large hidden room, filled with hundreds of mirrors.
But these weren’t ordinary mirrors. They didn’t reflect me.
They reflected other versions of me.
One crying.
One screaming.
One burning alive.
One laughing in the bride’s bloody veil.
I backed away—but my feet stuck to the floor. The glass beneath me began to swirl like water, and in it, I saw… my dead mother.
Her face was twisted, lips stitched shut.
Her eyes filled with regret.
She reached out from inside the mirror, mouth moving silently… and then, in a voice that didn’t belong to her:
“You were never meant to live… Your life was a debt. And debts… must be paid.”
I screamed and ran up the stairs—but the mirrors began chanting my name.
Every reflection now had Uzoma’s eyes.
When I finally burst into the daylight, I collapsed outside the kitchen. Mama Chinyere found me shaking, soaked in sweat.
“You found the Mirror Room,” she whispered.
“What is it? What does it want from me?!” I cried.
She knelt beside me, her face full of fear.
“It’s where she stores every soul she’s broken. Every person she’s trapped. She shows you the truth… before she takes you.”
“What truth?”
She touched my chest.
“That you were born of the curse.”
My body grew colder. Nothing made sense. My head spun with voices that weren’t mine. I ran back inside. That’s when I saw it:
In the mirror near the front door—my reflection smiled without me.
It moved even when I stood still.
It raised its hand… and slashed its throat.
But I felt the pain on my own neck.
I fell, choking—only to realize there was no blood. Just an illusion. But the pain was real.
The mirror whispered:
“Come. The bride is ready to dress you in her skin.”
That night, I couldn’t close my eyes.
The mirror at the foot of my bed kept breathing. And from its center, I heard the bride’s voice for the first time:
“The others begged. You will not be allowed to beg.”
And suddenly—every mirror in the room cracked.
The air turned ice cold.
And I realized…
She was inside the house.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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