Upon hearing all the tales, you refused to look in the mirrors. Every mirror you owned was covered in blankets, newspaper or any other fabric you had laying around. Your reflection became your greatest fear. Your fear became a part of your life, that even you refused to leave your own home, in fear that you would catch a glimpse of your reflection in anything.

Tonight, you stayed locked up in your home. The isolation gave you a sick sense of comfort but that was shortly lived when you felt an eerie sensation crawl up your skin, causing goosebumps to form then a whisper follow a second after.

“Look at the mirrors. Look at me. Invite me in.” The tone of the whisper was almost sinister but almost hypnotic, before you could come to terms with it, you found yourself removing all the fabrics off every single mirror you owned. As you removed the last piece of fabric off the bathroom mirror, you were meant with no reflection of yours.

The lack of reflection in the mirror was both fearsome and intriguing, slowly dropping the fabric onto the floor you leaned closer to the mirror, rubbing your hand over the glass before finally a reflection appeared. The reflection was nothing like yours but instead of a demon like female.

“My, my, my, you’re quite the beautiful woman. I almost want to keep you all to myself. Oh right, where are my manners? I'm Lilith Percival.” the reflection spoke out, tilting her head to the side and shamelessly checking you out, before you had time to reply, Lilith started climbing her way out the mirror, and stood up tall in front of you. The fear in your eyes only fueled her need to have you to herself.

“I think I will keep you to myself. You’ll learn to be my good girl and be under my care.” she spoke up with a twisted smile plastered across her face, hooking a finger underneath your chin and tilting your head up to meet her gaze.

“You belong to me now.”