**Haunted Mirrors in the Hallway**
Prompt: Stray Kids m FanFiction: Haunted Mirrors hung in the hallway
In the heart of a mansion that once echoed with laughter now only whispered secrets, a narrow hallway stretched endlessly, adorned with reflectors that held hauntingly beautiful reflections. Among them lay a series of antique mirrors that flickered in the dim light, as if alive, watching, waiting. It was here that Hyunjin and Felix found themselves one fateful evening after an exhausting practice session with Stray Kids.
As the boys had long wrapped up their day, Hyunjin and Felix decided to explore the mansion that served as both their rehearsal space and a communal home. A perfect blend of old-world charm and modern decor, it was the kind of place that fostered mystery and intrigue, especially at night when shadows danced and light flickered erratically.
"Hyunjin, look at this hallway!" Felix exclaimed, peering into one of the mirrors, his image shimmering back at him. The glass was cloudy, and the frame ornate, featuring intricate carvings that seemed to shift every time he blinked. “It’s so creepy! It feels like a horror movie set.”
“Don’t be silly,” Hyunjin chuckled, brushing past his friend. “It’s just a bunch of old mirrors. They probably tell stories of the people who lived here before us.” He approached another mirror, its surface slick like water, reflecting not just his image but something else—something different.
In his reflection, he noticed a shadow that didn’t belong—a fleeting figure flickering at the corner of his vision. Hyunjin’s heart raced as he turned to look behind him, but the hallway remained empty. “Felix,” he called, a slight tremor in his voice. “Did you see that?”
Felix, still lost in his own reflections, frowned and turned. “See what?”
That was when the lights flickered, casting twisting shadows that contorted along the walls. The atmosphere in the hallway grew heavy as the temperature dropped. Strange sensations danced across the skin of their arms, as if a breeze was passing through when the doors were firmly shut. “Okay, this is getting strange,” Felix said, now stepping cautiously towards Hyunjin.
“Let’s keep moving. There could be something amazing at the end of this hall!” Hyunjin suggested, boldly moving deeper into the shadows. Each step was punctuated by the soft echo of their sneakers against the hardwood floor, amplifying the growing unease. Felix hesitated, the allure of the mirrors pulling him back, but determination drove him forward after Hyunjin.
As they ventured further into the hallway, Felix paused at another mirror, entranced. “Can you feel that?” he murmured, fingers brushing against the cold glass. It pulsed beneath his touch, and for a fleeting moment, he thought he saw more than just his reflection. There were faces—pale, sorrowful expressions that flickered just out of reach.
“You’re imagining things, Felix,” Hyunjin said, but his voice lacked conviction. He didn’t want to admit that there was an oppressive weight in the air, one that wrapped around them like a shroud. As Felix pulled away, he caught Hyunjin’s gaze in the mirror. “Come on, let’s just take a look at the next one.”
The next mirror stood at the end of the hallway, its surface rippling almost like water. They approached it carefully, apprehension coursing through them. But as they stood before it, they felt drawn in, as if the mirror was a portal to another world.
“What if we’re not just seeing our reflections?” Felix whispered, staring wide-eyed at the glass. “What if the stories you mentioned are true? What if those faces are trapped inside?”
Hyunjin swallowed hard, the idea sending shivers up his spine. “What if we’re trapped too?” He motioned to pull Felix back when, without warning, the mirror surged with energy. The glass cracked like ice, and for a moment, Hyunjin thought he could hear voices—a chorus woven together by despair and longing.
Before they could react, the mirrors began to glow, casting a bright, eerie light that enveloped them. They felt a force pulling them forward, and for a moment, everything went dark.
When consciousness returned, they found themselves standing in an expansive room filled with light. It was the living room of the mansion, but it looked different—grand, sparkling chandeliers bathed in crystal-like brilliance hung from the ceiling, and the air buzzed with music and laughter. They gasped, recognizing the festive ambiance reminiscent of a grand celebration.
“Hyunjin! Are we… are we inside the mirror?” Felix murmured, a mix of fear and awe flooding his voice as they gazed around. People dressed in elegant attire danced graciously, their laughter spilling over like a sweet melody.
A thread of excitement pulled at Hyunjin’s heart as he looked over at Felix. “Maybe we’re witnessing a memory… or a party from long ago.”
But then the laughter faded, and the faces began to turn towards them—the smiles vanishing into expressions of sorrow and despair. Felix clutched Hyunjin’s arm tightly as ghostly figures approached them, their eyes filled with a haunting depth.
“Help us…” one figure whispered, reaching out towards them, begging for deliverance. “We are trapped, just like you…”
Hyunjin faltered, terrified. “What do you mean? How do we help you?”
With a sad smile, the figure responded, “You must pass through the mirrors to set us free… but once you cross, there may be no way back.”
A cold sweat trickled down Hyunjin’s back. He glanced at Felix, who looked equally conflicted. Time stretched and twisted as they weighed their options.
“What if we do nothing?” Felix asked hesitantly, his heart pounding.
“Then they stay trapped forever,” Hyunjin determinedly replied. The thought of leaving the lost spirits in limbo horrified him. “We have to try. Together.”
With a shared resoluteness, they stepped toward the nearest mirror, holding hands tightly as they broke through the surface, ready to face whatever awaited them on the other side. As they crossed over, they became the authors of their own destiny—a chance to rewrite the stories lost in the haunted mirrors of the hallway forever.
