Calaruga Shark Media, Hello, and Welcome to Ghost. This episode is titled
The Ghost in the Mirror. In the quaint town of Willow's End, where
the fog clung to the cobblestones like a shroud, there stood an antique shop
known as Curiosities and Keepsakes. Its windows, clouded with the dust of time,
displayed objects that whispered tales of yore. Among the relics was a mirror,
grand and ornate, its frame carved with scenes of revelry that seemed almost
macabre in the twilight. It was this very mirror that caught the eye of
Sarah Call, a young woman with an affinity for the antiquated and obscure.
As the mirror was installed in her Victorian home, a cold breeze swept through,
as if it had carried with it an invisible visitor. The air around
the mirror seemed to thrum with an energy unexplained, and Sarah felt a prickling
at the back of her neck every time she caught her reflection. The Ghost
in the Mirror was once a woman named Elizabeth Blackwood who lived over a century
ago. She was the Bell of Willow's End, known for her beauty and
grace, until a bitter envy poisoned her life. A rejected suitor, spurned
by her affection for another, had cursed the mirror, a parting gift that
turned wicked. The curse had a sinister nature. As Elizabeth gazed into the
glass, she saw not her reflection, but a twisted doppelganger, a specter
of malice and spite that mirrored her every move. The more Elizabeth observed the
Doppelganger, the more her life unraveled. She witnessed her counterpart commit atrocities,
each act more vile than the last, and soon the townsfolk began to whisper.
It was not long before the Doppelganger set its eyes on the world beyond
the glass, craving the warmth of life it had been denied. One fateful
night, as a tempest raged, the boundary between reflections blurred, and Elizabeth
vanished, leaving behind only her scream that echoed through time. Now, as
Sarah lived with the mirror, she began to notice oddities. Her reflection delayed,
the movements out of sink, and eyes that seemed to gleam with a
malevolent light. The reflections grew increasingly disturbing, displaying a version of Sarah's life
that twist her reality into nightmares. Her doppelganger was cunning, its intentions clear.
It sought to escape its glass prison and take Sarah's place. Each night,
Sarah's sleep was fractured by dreams of the doppelganger's life, of Elizabeth's last
moments, of a history repeating itself. She saw through Elizabeth's eyes, felt
her fear, her desperation as she struggled against the curse. Sarah knew she
was meant to break the cycle, to free both herself and Elizabeth from the
curse's grip. Armed with research and resolve, Sarah uncovered the tale of Elizabeth
Blackwood and the origin of the curse. She sought out the descendants of the
spurned suitor, Finding an elderly woman who remembered the old family with a voice
as frail as the autumn leaves, She spoke a countercurse away to reverse the
wicked gift and release the trapped souls. The night Sarah set out to confront
her reflection was moonless, the darkness a canvas for the unfolding horror. She
lit candles around the mirror, their flames flickering like captive spirits, and recited
the countercurse. The air grew thick, the boundary between realms wavering. The
Doppelganger's face twisted in fury as it realized Sarah's intent. A battle of wills
ensued, Sarah's chance rising above the howling wind outside. The mirror's surface rippled
like disturbed water, and for a moment, Sarah saw Elizabeth Blackwood's true face,
not the grotesque mask worn by the Doppelganger. Their eyes met, a
silent understanding passing between them, a shared recognition of the terror they both faced,
separated by time, yet united in their fight against the darkness. The
room temperature plummeted, a frost spreading across the mirror's surface, encapsulating the Doppelganger
in a thin sheet of ice. It pounded against the glass from the inside,
its fists, leaving no mark, its rage a silent storm. Sarah
continued the incantation, her voice steady, but her body trembling, not from
the cold, but from the sheer force of will it took to stand her
ground. The Doppelganger's features contorted in anger as it mimicked Sarah's every move in
reverse, a grotesque pantomime of her desperate plea for release. Its sneered and
whispered promises of an eternal exchange where Sarah would become the specter, trapped within
the cold, lonely confines of the mirror. As Sarah's voice reached a fever
pitch, the Doppelganger began to fracture, like the ice that held it.
Cracks slinted across its form, the sounds like breaking bones echoing in the room.
It howled, a ghastly sound that melded with the wind outside, and
with every fissure that spread across its body. The rooms shook, books tumbling
from shelves and picture frames, skewing a skew. Sarah could feel the energy
shifting, the curse recoiling like a wounded animal. She spoke the final words
of the countercurse with a conviction that resonated through the very walls of the house.
There was a moment of stillness, a breath held between the realms of
the living and the dead, and then a shattering release. The mirror's glass
exploded outward, a storm of silver shards that reflected the moonlight streaming through the
now open windows. The Doppelganger's scream was cut short as its form evaporated,
a wisp of shadow, swallowed by the greater darkness of the night. The
candles snuffed out one by one, as if if for great breath had been
exhaled, and the warmth returned to the room in a gentle wave. In
the aftermath, as Sarah surveyed the damage, the mirror frame lay empty,
its menace dissipated. Elizabeth Blackwood's spirit appeared before her one final time, not
as a reflection, but as a presence. She nodded to Sarah a gesture
of thanks and farewell, before turning away and fading into the ether, her
form becoming more transparent until she was absorbed by the light of the breaking dawn.
The battle was over, the curse had been lifted, and the silence
that followed was a peaceful epilogue to the Knight's terror. Sarah had triumphed not
through force, but through the strength of her spirit and the power of the
words long forgotten, now remembered and spoken aloud. The Griswold Inn was no
longer a haunted house, but a home once again, its halls free of
the Echoes of a century old Curse. Ghost is a Calaogus Shark Media production,
written and hosted by Alexander Ian McIntyre, produced by Mark Francis. Executive
producers Mark Francis and John McDermott Calaroga Shark Media