When I woke up, I suddenly felt a surge of urine. I got up from my bed and groped my way to the balcony. The rest of the dormitory was sleeping soundly, breathing one after another, so they didn't turn on the lights. After going to the toilet, when I went out, my eyes happened to glance at the mirror that my roommate put on the balcony.

I stopped and stood in front of the mirror. When I was in the Strange Tales Association, I once heard Chairman Lee talk about a taboo strange story, that is, if it is night, then you must not look in the mirror, otherwise something not very good will happen. As for why there is such a taboo, he listed many theories, including different reasons in ancient and modern China and abroad, including feng shui, folk traditions, and foreign stories...... There is no universal statement at all, but these statements will point to a problem, that is, if you look in the mirror at night, you will see something bad in the mirror. You may see an unfamiliar self in the mirror; or seeing someone else who is not you; What's more, it is said that if you look in the mirror at night, the soul will be sucked into the mirror, and the body without the three souls and seven spirits will die, and finally the soul trapped in the mirror will become an unjust soul and cannot come out and will never be able to transcend life.

Growing up, I rarely looked in the mirror and took pictures, and even everything that could reflect my own appearance was rarely touched, and when I picked up my phone or opened the screen, I would subconsciously not look at myself inside. And this resistance is even stronger in the "mobile phone shadow" mentioned above. That happened almost half a year ago. I haven't looked closely at what I look like in a long time.

I don't know if it's because I haven't seen what I look like for too long, but at this time, I looked at myself in the mirror blankly, and I really felt a little strange. Probably I haven't woken up yet, but I can vaguely see that the face in the mirror looks a little feminine, the melon seed face is small, the cherry lips are red like fire, and the Danfeng eyes are really fascinating. She's so beautiful! It's the first time I've seen such a beautiful face.

Wrong! That's not right! This shouldn't be the case at all!

Suddenly, I was shocked to find that the face in the mirror was not to be described as unfamiliar, but to be a human face I had never seen before, a woman's face! I only felt that the originally dead and silent night suddenly exploded with a shocking thunder, which slashed directly into my body from the door of my head, and the whole person was stunned in place. The legend really has to be reflected in reality, and when you look in the mirror at night, you can really see a person who is not you.

In the mirror, she was born with a beautiful face, but at this time she was a dead face. She looks extremely beautiful against the backdrop of her gaudy makeup. The long black hair without any decoration fell naturally, and the slightly squinted lips were painted with an extremely eye-catching red color, giving people a sinking of desire, and the Danfeng eyes that should have been like water have become extremely hollow at the moment, and there is no emotion at all, just like a dead person. This face in the mirror is filled with the feeling of death. I only felt this feeling once when I lost a loved one many years ago.

At this time, I saw that she seemed to move in the mirror. This is a strange scene that is rarely seen in a lifetime and completely subverts past cognition. On the other side of the mirror, it was as if there was another world, and on the other side of the world there was a completely strange woman standing opposite him.

I noticed that the woman's dress was a bright red wedding dress, which stood out in the darkness of the night.

Red originally represented festivity, but the red wedding dress I saw at this moment made me feel ominous. I wanted to look away, but I realized I couldn't. Maybe it's because this woman is so beautiful, and there is an indescribable special attraction on her. Later, when I told a friend about it, he insisted that I just thought people were good-looking, so he kept looking at them.

But then I saw the woman in the mirror raise her head slightly, and look directly at me with a hollow and wooden look. I don't know why, when I really met this woman's eyes, I had the illusion that the black beads were not eyes, but two deep black holes, which were pulling my soul out little by little, and then sucking it into the mirror. At that moment, I wondered why I couldn't look away.

Even after all these years, I still can't forget the feeling of that day. Every time I looked at the woman, I felt like my soul was being pumped out, and by the end of the day, my soul seemed to be close to the mirror. All I could see was the woman's face. Up close, I felt my soul digging into the mirror even more uncontrollably. It was as if you were in a maelstrom, constantly being pulled towards the center of the whirlpool, and finally being mercilessly swallowed by the waves.

Many times afterward, I tried to remember what I was thinking when I was about to be pulled into the mirror. But when I thought about it, I realized that I didn't seem to think about anything at all.

At this time, I was already facing the mirror and the woman's pull was powerless to struggle. Whenever I recall this incident, I will remember that when I was a child, I learned to swim with my second uncle who lived on the water, and he just threw me into the water and let me drown in it for a while. At that time, I tried to struggle as hard as I could, but in the end I only fell into the water little by little. As I crossed my eyes in the murky water, I vaguely saw a black shadow pulling my body into the water. Just as now, a red figure reached out and pulled me into the mirror.

On that night, my soul slowly sank into the mirror as if it were falling into water, into another world. I don't know what would happen if my whole soul sank into the mirror. If you think about it on the bright side, maybe you go to another world and start a new life, or as the legend says, you will become a wandering ghost in the mirror, and you will never be able to live beyond it.

When I was about to sink to the bottom, I was fished back by my second uncle's powerful hand. And when I felt like I was about to disappear into the mirror completely, I suddenly heard a woman shout my name clearly, and this cry was like the powerful big hand of the second uncle that day, directly pulling my soul back from the mirror and pressing it back into my body.