Random Horror Stories - 500

The Moon was never meant to be home, but somehow it had always felt like a place that could give answers to mankind's questions. The endless dust, the quiet that stretched to infinity—it was all a place where mysteries could form and never leave. But it was not supposed to end like this. It was not supposed to start with the Mirror.

It was simple enough—an artifact, brought back by the Lunar mission, discovered buried deep beneath the surface. They called it the Void Mirror, an ancient object that didn't seem to belong to anything human. Its surface was smooth, polished to a gleam, like something that had been forged in a place untouched by time. Its frame was dark, cold, and filled with an odd gleam that reflected nothing, and yet somehow, everything.

At first, it was nothing more than a curiosity. The scientists, the engineers, the crew—they all assumed it was just another find, another piece of lunar history. It wasn't until the Mirror was brought back to Earth that things began to change. Strange things. It started with the little things—a feeling of emptiness in rooms where there should have been none, the sensation of coldness in places where warmth had always been a constant. People didn't talk about it, but they all felt it.

Then, it became worse. A man would walk into a room, only to realize he hadn't been alone when he entered. He'd never noticed anyone else, but they'd never left. At first, it was just a glance, a half-thought. Then it turned to an absence. People went missing. There one moment, gone the next, as if they never existed in the first place.

Dr. Sarah Lin, the head scientist assigned to study the Mirror, didn't think it was the object itself. Not at first. But after months of experiments—after staring into the Mirror for hours, seeing nothing but blackness reflecting back at her—she knew. Something was wrong. The world around her seemed thinner, as though the very fabric of reality had started to unravel. People started vanishing. The rest of the crew, once so eager to make sense of the Mirror, were now locked in their own homes, avoiding contact. When they were brave enough to venture out, they were greeted by nothing. Empty streets. Empty stores. The world felt as though it was being slowly erased.

Sarah started to notice the changes in herself. She could no longer remember the faces of those who had disappeared. Not their names, not their laughter. No, that was gone, too. She could hear them in her mind, though—hear them screaming, calling out to her in the dead of night, but when she reached out, there was nothing.

Her research became obsessive. She spent hours every day, every night, staring into the Mirror. And every time, it was the same. She saw nothing, but the blackness began to call. She knew that something was waiting for her there. She just didn't know what.

One evening, as the sun set and the city outside began to slip into its usual silence, Sarah stood before the Mirror. Her reflection seemed hollow, her eyes wide and dark with exhaustion. She hadn't slept for days. She hadn't eaten in two. But none of it mattered. There was nothing left to hold her in place.

She reached out, her fingers trembling as they brushed the cool surface of the glass. And in that instant, something shifted. The world around her seemed to compress, as though the very walls of her lab were closing in. The Mirror rippled—if that's what you could call it. The glass didn't bend, but the emptiness in it deepened.

And then, it was as if everything fell silent. The phone on the desk, the quiet buzz of the overhead lights—they were gone. The sound of her heartbeat drowned out by a profound, almost suffocating silence.

Sarah blinked, and when her eyes opened again, the Mirror had changed. The dark, infinite void within it was no longer smooth or peaceful. There were things in it now—shapes, figures that moved, shifting like shadows. They were distorted, stretching, twisting in ways that were impossible for the human eye to comprehend. But they were there. And they were coming for her.

She stumbled back, the chair behind her scraping across the floor. The figures, whatever they were, seemed to grow larger, as though they were pulling themselves from the Mirror.

But she wasn't afraid. Not anymore. She couldn't be.

The Mirror had taken everything from her, hadn't it? The people. The world. Her own sanity. What else could it take?

She reached toward the Mirror again, and this time, her hand passed through it. The coldness, the emptiness, it was like stepping into a void. Her hand disappeared completely, but there was no pain. Only the oppressive sensation of being… eaten. Consumed.

Her wrist felt strange. It was as though her own skin was fading away, absorbed into the nothingness, her body slipping into it. The sensation was unbearable, but she couldn't pull away.

"Please," she said, but her voice wasn't her own. It came from nowhere. A hollow thing.

But still, she didn't pull away. Instead, she let herself fall further. Into the darkness. She didn't even scream. There was nothing left to scream for. There was nothing to hold onto. The edges of her mind began to bend, the knowledge that she was no longer herself—but a part of something else. She felt the figures around her now, could feel them pressing in, pulling her apart, but she didn't care. She couldn't.

And then, as though in a single breath, the world folded. The fabric of existence tore like paper, but not in any way that made sense. Everything she had ever known, everyone she had ever known—vanished. Not gone in a way that left any mark behind. Just gone. Completely.

Time stretched and warped, and Sarah found herself standing at the edge of something that was not space, not the Moon, not Earth. She had no words to describe it. There was no language for this place. She was no longer human, not in any sense. Her body was gone, and her mind was threadbare, unraveling at the edges.

She could still hear them. The ones who had gone before her. The ones who had disappeared. Their voices were all around her, but there was no one left to save them. There was only the Void now. A space where nothing existed, but somehow, everything was still alive—still waiting.

She knew what she had to do. There was no choice now. There was nothing left for her to do.

She stepped forward into the endless, consuming dark, and with her final breath, she was gone. Her body, her soul, her thoughts—all swallowed up, like everything else. The Mirror remained on Earth, locked away in a vault, its surface unbroken. Waiting.

And the world outside continued to hollow out, one piece at a time.