Maya moved to a new house with her family. The house was old, quiet, and far from the city. It had big rooms, wooden floors, and many mirrors on the walls.
Maya didn’t like mirrors. They made her feel strange, like someone was watching her. But her parents said, “Don’t worry. The house is safe.”
Her bedroom had a big mirror. It stood in the corner. It was tall and old, with a silver frame. On the first night, Maya looked at the mirror before sleeping. She saw her reflection and turned off the light.
In the dark, she heard a soft sound.
Tap… tap… tap…
It came from the mirror.
She turned on the light quickly and looked. Nothing was there. Her heart was beating fast.
“Maybe it’s just my imagination,” she whispered.
The next night, the sound came again.
Tap… tap… tap…
But this time, she saw something.
In the mirror, there was a girl standing behind her.
Maya turned around—no one was there.
She looked back at the mirror. The girl was still there.
She wore an old white dress. Her hair was long and black. Her face was pale, and her eyes were empty.
Maya screamed. Her parents came running.
“What happened?” her mother asked.
“There’s a girl in the mirror!” Maya shouted.
Her parents looked. But now, the mirror only showed Maya’s reflection.
“There’s no one there,” her father said. “You’re just tired.”
“No!” Maya cried. “I saw her!”
But her parents didn’t believe her.
The next day, Maya didn’t want to go near the mirror. She tried to cover it with a blanket. But in the middle of the night, the blanket fell.
Maya woke up. The mirror was open again.
And the girl was back.
But this time… she smiled.
“Come play with me,” the girl whispered.
Maya froze. “No,” she said.
The girl in the mirror stepped closer. “If you don’t come in, I will come out.”
Suddenly, the mirror started to shake. Maya jumped from her bed and ran to her parents’ room.
She cried and begged them to take the mirror away.
Finally, her father moved the mirror to the basement and locked the door.
After that, Maya slept better.
But sometimes, late at night, she still hears it—
Tap… tap… tap…
And sometimes, she dreams of the girl whispering,
“I’m still here.”
