Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - It Waits in the Mirror Disturbing Reflections and the Terror Behind the Glass PART1 #36

Episode Date: September 22, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales  #mirrorhorror #supernaturalthriller #paranormal #disturbingtales #reflectionterror  This eerie story explores the chilling terror that lurks just beyond the surface of the mirror. When reflections twist into something sinister, the line between reality and nightmare blurs. Part 1 unravels the first encounters with a malevolent presence that waits silently behind the glass, turning everyday reflections into moments of pure dread.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales,  mirrorhorror, paranormal, supernatural, hauntedobjects, reflectionterror, scaryencounters,  ghoststories, disturbing, urbanlegends, darkmysteries, fear, suspense, nightmare, horrorcommunity, evilpresence

Back before my husband and I ever met, he was dating a woman who used to be a beauty queen. Like, an actual title-holding pageant winner. One of those polished, statuesque blondes you'd expect to see walking a runway or smiling in a shampoo commercial. She was tall, had the kind of looks that stopped conversations, and I'll admit it, she was a total knockout. But here's the kicker, while she looked like a Disney princess on the outside, on the inside she was more like a full-blown villain. This woman had a serious mean streak. Sure, she could flip on the charm when she wanted to impress someone, but most of the time, she treated people like they were beneath her, including my husband when they were together.

Eventually, he had enough and ended it. That should have been the end of it. Only, it wasn't. Not by a long shot. Even after my husband and I started dating, long after their breakup, she wouldn't go away. In fact, she ramped things up. She kept calling and emailing him constantly. Day.

Night. Middle of dinner. It didn't matter. Even after he blocked her number, she found ways around it. New numbers, private numbers, emails. She'd beg for money, threaten him with lies about abuse, saying she'd go to the cops if he didn't give in. He never did. He stood his ground, which only made her angrier.

When threats didn't work, she tried sweet-talking him. She'd ask for help on some new project, which basically meant she wanted him to do all the work while she claimed the credit. And always with the same promise, do this one last thing and I'll leave you alone. Of course, he knew better than that. He ignored her, and she'd snap right back into rage mode. She didn't want closure. She wanted money, control, attention, anything she could get.

And as twisted as it sounds, I think she enjoyed making his life miserable. We had one particularly awful run-in with her at a public event. She knew we'd be there and planted herself by the entrance like she was waiting for us. As soon as we walked in, she locked eyes on me and started whispering to her date while laughing and scanning me from head to toe. I brushed it off. But then, on my way out of the bathroom, she ambushed me. She must have been waiting. I'm five feet five inches, and she towered over me.

I didn't want to get into anything, so I tried to walk past her. But she leaned down, eye-level, like a cartoon villain, hunched, grinning, whispering, Watch your back, pug. She called me, pug to insult me because I own a pug. Honestly, that's how petty and bizarre this woman was. What I didn't know at the time was that while I was in the bathroom, she had walked up to my husband, through an arm around him like they were still together, and he had to physically remove her and tell her to back off. After that night, we stopped going to any kind of public parties or social events. The next and last time we saw her in person was at a funeral for a mutual friend.

Even there, she made it her mission to creep me out. My husband was speaking with the widow. I was talking to another couple. Suddenly, she inserts herself into our conversation, just walked up and joined in like she belonged there. I didn't want to cause a scene at a funeral, so I picked up my glass and left without a word. She watched me walk away, smirking. We tried to ignore her, but the calls and emails didn't stop. Then she started driving by our house.

One night, I left my car outside, the next morning, it was keyed. Couldn't prove it was her, but come on. We knew. That was the last straw. My husband had a lawyer sent her a C-Sand-asist letter. She called the next day from a blocked number like nothing had happened, said, Hi, it's me, like they were old pals. He hung up. Another letter. Then a third. Still nothing changed. She couldn't handle being unwanted. Then she took her campaign of chaos online.

She made a fake Twitter account. Started posting that my husband was a fraud. Tagged everyone, co-workers, friends, family, investors, anyone whose opinion might matter. It was full-scale defamation. We went to the police with emails and screenshots, and she was charged with two counts of harassment. A restraining order was granted. You'd think that would be the end. Nope.

The next morning, the story was in the local news, front page. Apparently, it was a slow news day. Her court date was just before the COVID pandemic hit. When she showed up, we barely recognized her. Gone was the glammed up Barbie look. She had shaved her head and was wearing a tattered brown wig. gained maybe 80 pounds, hunched, broad-shouldered, wrapped in a massive men's coat with a scarf-tied babushka style over her head. She looked like a linebacker trying to disguise as someone's grandma.

The part that stuck with me most, though, were her eyes. A year before, we'd shown a picture of her to our kids and warned them to run if they ever saw her. Our son said, she has mean eyes. And he was right. Even with all the physical changes, those eyes hadn't changed. Just darker now, narrowed into slits. She kept turning around in the courtroom to glare at us, whispering to her lawyer and giggling like it was some inside joke. She had big, cheap sunglasses that she'd put on and take off repeatedly.

When she spoke to the judge with them on, he immediately told her to remove them. Turns out, getting arrested didn't scare her at all. It made her worse. The fake accounts multiplied. She began posting altered photos of my husband, Photoshop to look like he was wearing clown makeup or calling him all kinds of slurs, like pre-op transgender, pedophile, and worse. She did the same to me, calling me old, ugly, crazy,

highlighting every perceived flaw, every angle she thought would hurt me. I wish I could say it didn't get to me, but sometimes it did. She had posted hundreds of pictures of me. I'd check out of morbid curiosity, like watching a horror film where you're the main character. Sometimes, she'd drop hints, threats masked as cryptic messages. Stuff like, keep an eye on your kids. I'll be watching. Or, plant flowers in your front yard, you never know what might happen.

Even, how was your Uber Eats order? She posted photos of me with arrows drawn toward my head. head, as if suggesting something violent. She uploaded photos of my husband's workplace, even though the restraining order legally barred her from being anywhere near there. The cops shrugged, saying the picks could have come from Google. Total cop out. She quoted creepy Agatha Christie lines, Every killer is someone you know, and set her profile picture to a scene from a movie called stalker. She was treating this like a twisted game. And the police couldn't do much, because she never tagged us directly.

So I took screenshots. Tons. Most of her posts were about us. Somehow, her fake account stayed up. Twitter never took them down. I started to panic every time my kids played basketball in the driveway. My elderly mom was too scared to take the baby on a walk. The whole household lived in fear.

And yet, she wouldn't stop. To be continued. Thank you.