Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - It Waits in the Mirror Disturbing Reflections and the Terror Behind the Glass PART2 #37

Episode Date: September 22, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales  #mirrorterror #ghostencounters #supernaturalhorror #hauntedmirror #shadowentity  In Part 2, the horror deepens as the protagonist faces the full force of the malevolent entity trapped within the mirror. Disturbing reflections become violent, blurring reality and nightmare. This continuation reveals the dark secrets behind the terror and the desperate struggle to escape its grasp before it pulls them entirely into the glass realm.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales,  mirrorterror, supernaturalhorror, hauntedmirror, ghostencounters, shadowentity, paranormalactivity,  darkforces, evilpresence, nightmarefuel, terrorstory, suspense, fear, urbanlegend, horrorcommunity

The situation infected every corner of our lives. Everything was turning into a surreal circus. Mrs. Beauty Queen wasn't just content with random threats or cryptic messages anymore. She was in full-blown taunt mode. One of her most disturbing posts simply read, Catch Me If You Can, paired with a photo of her dog's genitals, No, I'm not kidding, and another one that showed a piece of dog poop next to a piece of paper with my name scrawled on it.

It was gross. juvenile, and so weirdly specific that it made my skin crawl. What still messes with me is that she even had a dog. I never imagined someone that broken, vindictive, and unstable could care for another living thing. But apparently, she could, or at least pretend to. Then the phone call started again. This time it was our home line, yes, we still had one of those. One night it rang, and when we answered, we were greeted with her voice chanting, Karma will get you, followed by what sounded like a chant or incantation. A few hours later, she posted a photo online of a pentagram surrounded by candles with the

caption, Ring Ring. That was enough for the police to finally ask us to come in and give formal statements. We gave them a USB drive loaded with thousands, literally thousands, of screenshots. They arrested her again and charged her with two more counts of criminal harassment. Her posts increasingly focused on our kids. Ominous mentions. Disturbing language. Slurs I won't repeat. It felt like she was trying to poison every safe space we had. My husband was livid. I was just exhausted. And the judge had finally had enough. He issued a full-on social media ban. By the time she was arrested for the second time, her fake Twitter had racked up over 16,000 tweets in just three months.

No followers. No likes. No retweets. Just her ranting into the void. Her private echo chamber of chaos. At home, I couldn't even walk into my own kitchen at night without feeling like I was being watched. I couldn't shake the feeling she might be lurking in the shadows outside.

She'd already proven how far she was willing to go. And in her own words, posted in one of her many unhinged rants, there is nothing more dangerous than a desperate woman with nothing to lose. I believe her. I don't know what was wrong with her. I'm not a psychologist, but after researching online, she checked a lot of the boxes for malignant narcissism. Maybe there were other mental health issues at play, too.

Maybe she was just evil. A reliable source told us that after my husband ended their relationship, she became known to the police for other reasons. Disturbing reasons. While my husband dodged the worst of her threats, like the ones where she said she'd accuse him of abuse, apparently other men weren't so lucky. I'll close this saga with a quote from one of her posts. Some of her rants were written in her native language, so this one had to be translated into English. The wording is strange and off, but haunting. violent women and the cruelest never answer questions. They like to continue the misunderstanding

indefinitely. I seek to contact people only to torment them. My cruelty is my last attachment to the world. It was chilling. It still is. Let me tell you about something else. This story happened back in the fall of 2007 when I was living in New York. I was in high school then, a competitive athlete, the kind who woke up at 5 a.m. to train and still made time for classes and homework. With college recruiting season a year away, the pressure was unreal. I was burning out, and on top of that, calculus was kicking my butt. So my mom suggested a tutor. She set me up with a friend of hers, a math teacher, who really knew his stuff. I started going to him three times a week. It was fine. I was getting better.

Then I met Alex. Alex had a session right after mine. For a while, we'd just pass each other, a quick smile, maybe a nod. I was shy, painfully shy, especially around boys. But Alex stood out. He was tall, blonde, with ice-blue eyes that probably melted half the student population. Naturally, I thought he was gorgeous. One day, our tutor had to combine. our sessions because we were covering the same topic. I was horrified and excited. And somehow, after that class, Alex started talking to me. Actually talking. He even asked for my number. I was stunned. A guy like him. Interested in me. I felt like I was floating. We started dating soon after. Alex went to a Catholic school in another town, but lived in mine. Every morning, he took the bus from my school to his, which meant we got to spend mornings together. He met my friends. But they, weren't fans.

They said he gave off weird vibes. I got super defensive. Told myself they were just jealous. I didn't realize I'd started spending all my time with him. My friends became background noise. My world shrunk down to one person. Then I lost my virginity to him in the back of his Ford escape. That's when everything shifted.

He became obsessive. He needed constant contact. Wanted to be on the phone all night. Literally. My mom started taking my phone at bedtime just so I could sleep. My training suffered. I started skipping workouts. Skipping practices.

Driving 30 minutes to see him after school. Everything revolved around Alex. Eventually, my friend sat me down. They were worried. Said I'd isolated myself. That Alex was controlling. I brushed it off, but deep down, I knew they were right. I had fallen out of love with him.

I was just too scared to say it. Then college application season hit. I was being recruited by ten different schools. My dream was Brown University. I told Alex, and he flipped. Said he'd never get accepted and begged me not to go. He applied to the University of Illinois, another school I was considering. He hoped I'd go there instead.

That was it. I ended it. For good. But it wasn't over. He still took the bus from my school to his. I had to see him every day. I remember walking into school, passing him and his friends. One of them muttered, slut, as I walked by.

Turns out, Alex had been spreading rumors. Told everyone I'd cheated. That I had STDs. I started getting messages on Facebook, nasty ones from people I didn't even know. Threats. Accusations. I had to delete my account. And that's when it got worse.

He couldn't see me online anymore, so he started calling. Non-stop. E-mailed me, begging me to take him back. Saying he loved me. I ignored it. Focused on my sport. I was undefeated and heading into the championship meet. I was the favorite to win.

Then I saw him. He showed up in the crowd. Watching me. It messed me up. Bad. I lost. And afterward, I was crushed. Furious.

I finally answered one of his calls and screamed at him to leave me alone. That's when the threat started. He texted me one night, said he had something important to tell me. I picked up the phone. To be continued.