Mary Thompson

9,483 views

April 23, 2000

Today was the first day of my new job working at some mirror store. ‘Linda’s Mirrors’ or something like that. I didn’t really like the job-mainly because all I do is dust shit, but it pays good. The old lady who owns the shop is one of those crazy old people and her last employee was sent to an insane asylum and died a week later. Well, that’s the story I heard from my friends. They said that the 16 yr. old girl claimed she was being haunted by twin girls she saw in a mirror. I didn’t believe my friends of course. They were most likely trying to scare me.

Anyway, I walked to the shop-which was right around the corner from my apartment-and walked inside. The shop was filled with all types of mirrors in many different shapes, colors, and sizes. There were gold mirrors, silver mirrors, round mirrors, square mirrors, big mirrors, and cute small ones. I walked around a bit searching for Linda. Instead I found a note saying:

Went out of town. Won’t be back for a few weeks. Store key on counter along with instructions.

Great, first day of work and my boss leaves. Just like the note had said the key to the store, along with a paper with instructions scribbled on it, were on the counter. I pocketed the key and picked up the paper. It said:

1.) Dust all mirrors.

2.) Be sure to keep the shop clean.

3.) Sell mirrors for at least $50 or more.

4.) DO NOT look under the white tarp.

I frowned as I reread number four. What was the crazy old bat talking about. I walked around looking for a white tarp and found it a the back of the store hidden away. The tarp was dirty and had red stains here and there, most likely from paint, and the object it was covering seemed to be two feet taller than me so, it was 8 foot 2 inches. My curiosity sparked and I wanted so badly to remove the tarp but resisted and went about the store doing my job.

May 1, 2000

For two hours I sat behind the counter reading a magazine or liking my friends posts on Instagram. Linda had yet to return and I was hoping…no….PRAYING that she would soon because being in this mirror store was a little eerie. Since it was so quiet everything was louder and I swear on my life I heard tapping coming from under the tarp, like something was trying to get my attention. Whenever I heard the tapping I’d just try to ignore and say it’s just my mind playing tricks.

As I was commenting on Jasmine’s latest pic the tapping noise started up again followed by soft whispers. I couldn’t make out what the voices were saying but I could tell the belonged to children. The tapping and whispers were coming from the mirror. I decided to just brush it off, telling myself that it’s just my mind playing tricks again. But the whispers were really starting to freak me out so I put my headphones in and turned the volume up as high as it could go, effectively blocking out the tapping and whispering.

That night I received a text saying:

Reveal the mirror.

Confused I deleted the text and went back to cleaning. But the text was sent again and every time I deleted the text another was sent. It really freaked me out and I wasn’t able to get any sleep that night.

May 25, 2000

The tapping and whispering got louder and more persistent each passing day and it was driving me insane. Linda still hasn’t returned and I was beginning to worry. But that worry immediately disappeared as the tapping turned into loud bangs and the whispering into shouts. The voices for sure belonged to children. Young girls to be specific. Finally, I snapped and in a blind rage ran to the tarp and tore it off of the object, throwing it behind me. The banging and shouting seized to exist and an eerie silence engulfed me as I starred into the mirror.

Nothing….no wait….there was…..there was two pairs of pitch black eyes peering at me. The eyes belonged to two pale twin girls dressed in identical torn dresses…..stained with…..blood. They were dirty and had long blonde hair. They also wore sinister smiles. I turned around and saw nothing but an empty store. When I turned back around the sight that greeted me was…..horrific. The twin girls now stood on either side of my reflection…..starring at me. One of them was stroking my hand with the tip of her finger and I felt the cool skin as if she were truly standing beside me doing it. I shook my head and quickly scooped up the tarp and threw it back over the mirror. I decided that it was a good idea to go home early. So, I gathered my stuff and ran….. without locking the door.

I talked to my girls on a group chat and told them what happened. They said that it’d be a good idea to quit. But if I did that I’d have no way of paying rent. But my sanity mattered more to me so I decided I’d just quit.

June 10, 2000

It’s been a few months since I’ve quit my job. I’d written a well worded note explaining why I wanted to quit and how sorry I was. I really wasn’t sorry though. I was happy to have my life rid of that store and it’s fucked up mirror. Ever since I looked into that mirror strange things had been happening. It was like the tapping and whispering followed me home along with demonic giggles. I’ve tried to block them out by listening to music but that didn’t work. I could still hear them. I decided that I was just still freaked out by what happened at the store , that’s why I’m still hearing the noises. Their just my memories. All in my head.

Later that night, as I was watching tv in the dark, I heard something….odd. It sounded like someone was running through my apartment. I stood up and looked around. The room was illuminated by the tv so was able to see pretty well. Two small figures ran into my room and the door slammed. What the hell? I approached my room door and swung it open. The room was dark so I turned on the light. I gasped as I saw two sets of little bloody footprints leading to my bed.I slowly approached my bed and got on my knees. I then gripped the bed skirt and, as I bent down, slowly lifted it up. The twin girls from the store grinned at me evilly.I would’ve ran but I was petrified. How had they gotten here? Who are they? What do they want? Their faces began to contort grossly. Their mouths widened, tearing at the corners, revealing sharp teeth, their eyes fell clean out of their sockets and to black holes starred at me, and their nails elongated into sharp, six inch claws. Their heads cocked to the right and they screeched and charged at me. I jumped back and my back hit the wall. I threw my hands over my face, awaiting the claws that would soon tear me apart. For hours I waited to afraid to look beyond my hands. The possibility that they were just standing in front of me, waiting for me to look at their hideous faces weighed heavy on my shoulders.

Dawn soon came and I still had yet to move. I didn’t want to. I was still to afraid. Someone touched my shoulder and I screamed and threw my arms out knocking them away. “Damn it Mary! ” I looked up and cried in relief as I my eyes landed on my friends Jasemine, Terra, and Violet. I jumped up and hugged the closest one to me. “They were here!” I sobbed. “I don’t know how but they were here in my home!” Jasemine put her hands on my shoulders and made me take to small steps back. “Who?” Jasemine asked. “The twins.” All three of them frowned. “What are you talking about?” Violet asked. I frowned at them. “I’ve told you about them.” Terra shook her head. “We haven’t heard from you in three months.” Jasemine nodded. “Yeah, like since the beginning of April.” I shook my head. “I’ve text you and commented on your pics.” Jasemine looked irritated as she starred at me. “No you haven’t.” I dug into my pocket and pulled out my phone and went to my messages. Nothing. No messages. Not a single piece of evidence that proved I’ve spoken to them. “What the fuck is happening?” I whispered. I went to Instagram, Facebook, MySpace, and Twitter and each said the last time I was logged on was three months ago. Violet touched my shoulder and I looked at her. “Are you okay?” Not wanting to look even crazier than I already did I nodded and said

“I’m most likely just on edge from lack of sleep. That’s why I’m a little out of it. Um, c-could you please go I’m a little tired.”

They left-after I begged them-and I paced the room trying to piece everything together. After awhile of thinking I decided that the best thing to do would be to destroy the mirror.

June 27, 2000

I stood in the middle of the store with a crowbar clutched tightly in my left hand. I was soaking wet due to the thunder storm outside. I was glad I forgot to lock the door and it seemed the Linda still hadn’t returned. Maybe she had looked into the mirror and fled town to escape the twins. Maybe they found her and killed her. That would explain why she warned me not to remove the tarp. She was trying to protect me.

I flipped the light switch, but nothing happened. Shit. The power was out. I hesitated and walked in the direction of the mirror. Slowly. Keeping an eye out for the twins. A crack of lightning caused me to jump to the right and I slammed into a mirror. Bits of the mirror penetrated my back and two big shards penetrated my ankles. I winced and fell to my knees. I clenched my teeth and began to crawl along the cold floor. I wasn’t gonna let a few injuries hold me back. I heard giggling and the soft pounding of feet to my right. But I didn’t look. That’d just slow me down.

I finally reached the mirror and tore the tarp off. The giggling seized and everything was silent as I raised the crowbar and slammed it into the mirror. But it didn’t break. The crowbar rebounded off the mirror, throwing my arm back and dislocating my shoulder. I dropped the crowbar and fell onto my side clutching my shoulder, sobbing. I looked into the mirror and the last thing I saw was the twins running up behind me-their eyes black pools and their mouth a giant hole filled wit razor sharp teeth-with their clawed hands curled and ready to strike.

~2 days later~

News Reporter: Marianne Thompson has been reported missing by her friends. They hadn’t heard from her in three months and when her friends went over to her home they said she was acting a bit strange and had urged them to leave. After not hearing from her for another two days they went to her home only to find it empty and looking as if no one ever lived there. They then went to the abandoned building locals had seen Miss.Thompson visit but found nothing. The police are baffled by her disappearance and are saying that it’s like she never existed. Detectives did some research on the young girl but only found a case file with her name on it along with her picture. On the file it said that she died June 27, 1918 at the hands of her younger twin sisters who smashed a giant mirror on her-while she was at the mirror store she worked at-and cut her up. The store was owned by an old woman named Linda who disappeared the night before Mary started working. Other people from different towns also have reported a missing Mary Thompson. Could the Mary who died 82 yrs. ago be the same Mary who disappeared 2 days ago? Could she have been a ghost cursed to relive her death? Or is this some sick game being played by a serial killer?

April 23, 2001

The shop was filled with all types of mirrors in many different shapes, colors, and sizes. There were gold mirrors, silver mirrors, round mirrors, square mirrors, big mirrors, and cute small ones. I walked around a bit searching for Linda. Instead I found a note saying:

Went out of town. Won’t be back for a few weeks. Store key on counter along with instructions.

Great, first day of work and my boss leaves. Just like the note had said the key to the store, along with a paper with instructions scribbled on it, were on the counter. I pocketed the key and picked up the paper. It said:

1.) Dust all mirrors.

2.) Be sure to keep the shop clean.

3.) Sell mirrors for at least $50 or more.

4.) DO NOT look under the white tarp.

I frowned as I reread number four. What was the crazy old bat talking about. I walked around looking for a white tarp and found it a the back of the store hidden away. The tarp was dirty and had red stains here and there, most likely from paint, and the object it was covering seemed to be two feet taller than me so, it was 8 foot 2 inches. My curiosity sparked and I wanted so badly to remove the tarp but resisted and went about the store doing my job.

Original Author:

16 Comments on 'Mary Thompson'

Click Here to Display Comments
  • Commented on May 28, 2015 at 6:00 pm

    The Scary part of this story was on May 1, 2000.. because Instagram already existed on that time.

    20
    !
  • Commented on May 27, 2015 at 2:59 pm

    What just happen? I’m definitely completely mindfucked…

    7
    !
  • Commented on June 1, 2015 at 3:40 pm

    @einsi90 @nicxspeaks

    I messed up on the dates

    Sorry I meant to type in years 2013-2015

    Oops

    6
    !
  • Commented on June 19, 2015 at 3:06 pm

    MINDFUCK… amazing!

    4
    !
  • Commented on June 27, 2015 at 7:37 pm

    Hey I love this story. Would you have anything against someone if they wanted to narrate this on YouTube ? I would more than def give the author credit.

    3
    !
  • einsi90
    Commented on May 27, 2015 at 7:02 am

    instagram in 2000?

    2
    !
  • Commented on June 8, 2015 at 11:11 am

    Hey, I really liked this, good job.

    2
    !
  • Commented on June 19, 2015 at 4:04 pm

    Brilliant twist. I love mirrors, so I’m partial to this story.

    2
    !
  • Commented on November 13, 2015 at 6:55 pm

    Mirrors already creep me out so this story was creepy for me. I enjoyed this. Needs some spell checking, otherwise is a good read. 4/5

    2
    !
  • Commented on July 8, 2015 at 8:29 am

    That is seriously good! A couple of grammar and spelling mistakes, but I loved the way you ended it, and I totally wasn’t expecting the twist right before the end! Would be 5/5 but I’m ocd about grammar so a solid 4/5

    1
    !
  • Commented on July 25, 2015 at 10:46 pm

    Nice pasta. Worth a read. I just think it needed a little more details and such. 3.5/5

    1
    !
  • Commented on December 2, 2015 at 2:32 pm

    this story is really good i need help im not a very good writer like you.. but hey i will share this with everyone i know =)

    0
    !
  • Commented on August 20, 2016 at 12:37 am

    One thing: how would the protagonist have been able to tell her story if she was killed by the twins at the end?

    0
    !
  • Commented on January 28, 2017 at 3:48 am

    Instagram in 2000 – ASCII art renderings of dicks and boobs….

    0
    !
  • Commented on September 30, 2015 at 9:36 pm

    Lot of grammar mistakes but still a great story c:

    -1
    !
  • pooperooni
    Commented on November 13, 2015 at 6:14 pm

    No offence but I’ve hit the random button about 15 times today and 5 have been these poxyass “eternal loop” stories. As a concept it’s good but in the last few weeks it seems like it’s been dreadfully overused.

    -3
    !
Leave a Comment


7 − six =

Leave Feedback / Report Glitch
‚Äč