Lying in my boyfriend’s bed, I heard a voice behind the mirror calling my name. My coworker Mark had been courting me for a while. He was incredibly attentive, and I felt like I’d finally found true love. One day, Mark invited me over. We spent some time in bed, and then he went out to get us food. I was still in bed, scrolling through my phone, when I suddenly heard my name, “Melissa,” coming from behind the mirror. A woman’s voice kept shouting my name desperately.
Terrified, I ran to the mirror and said, “Who’s there? Where are you?”
The next words knocked me off my feet: “Melissa, my name is Emma, I’m Mark’s wife. This mirror… it’s a two-way glass. I’m trapped behind it.”
I stumbled back, my heart pounding in my chest. “Mark’s… wife?” I stammered, trying to process what I was hearing.
“Yes,” the voice replied, sounding more desperate. “He locked me in here months ago. I don’t have much time. Please, you have to help me!”
I looked around the room, my mind racing. This had to be some kind of sick joke. But the fear in the voice behind the mirror felt too real to ignore. I had to act fast. I grabbed my clothes, hurriedly putting them on as I searched for any way to help her.
“How do I get you out?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“There’s a switch,” Emma said. “On the wall, near the bed. It looks like a light switch, but it opens the door to this room.”
I ran to the wall, my eyes scanning frantically. Finally, I spotted a switch that seemed out of place. With a trembling hand, I flipped it. There was a mechanical sound, and the mirror slowly slid open, revealing a hidden room. Inside, a disheveled woman with wide, frightened eyes stood before me.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, stepping back in shock.
“Please,” she whispered, stepping out. “We have to get out of here before he comes back.”
I nodded, grabbing my purse and keys. We bolted for the door, our footsteps echoing in the empty house. As we reached the front door, I heard a car pulling into the driveway. Panic surged through me.
“He’s back!” I gasped.
Emma’s face went pale. “We need to hide,” she said, pulling me toward the kitchen.
We crouched behind the island, holding our breath as the front door opened. I could hear Mark’s cheerful whistle as he walked in, completely unaware of the chaos that had just unfolded.
“Melissa, I’m back!” he called out, his voice sending shivers down my spine.
We stayed perfectly still, barely daring to breathe. Mark walked past the kitchen, heading towards the bedroom. Emma squeezed my hand, her eyes filled with fear. This was our chance. We crept towards the back door, silently praying he wouldn’t notice us.
Just as we reached the door, it creaked loudly. Mark’s whistle stopped abruptly. “Melissa?” he called out, his voice now tinged with suspicion.
We didn’t wait to find out what would happen next. We bolted out the door and ran down the street, not stopping until we were several blocks away. Gasping for breath, we finally slowed down and looked at each other.
“Thank you,” Emma said, tears streaming down her face. “You saved my life.”
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I nodded, still in shock. “We need to go to the police,” I said. “He can’t get away with this.”
Together, we went to the nearest police station and told them everything. Mark was arrested later that day, and the horrifying truth about his actions came to light. Emma was finally free, and I was left to pick up the pieces of my shattered reality.
In the days that followed, Emma and I formed an unlikely bond, united by the nightmare we had both endured. We supported each other through the healing process, knowing that we had survived something truly horrifying. And as time passed, we began to rebuild our lives, stronger and more resilient than before.