This is a story I made for the Scary Story Collection, but I decided to post it here. Mods, after Halloween, I would like this post to be moved to the Scary Story Collection Topic.
The Mirror Box
I liked messing with the paranormal. I've messed around with a Ouija board (Though nothing happened), I've done demonic rituals (Also nothing happened), and I've created a mirror box. A mirror box is 4 tall pieces of wood the same size with 4 tall mirrors and a light source on the inside, and it's sealed off with another piece of wood. A person is supposed to go in the mirror box for 10 minutes, if they stayed in any longer that person could suffocate. It is unknown what it's supposed to do, but from what I've heard, it isn't something to mess around with too often. I started a business with the mirror box, because I have a great fear of mirrors, so I wouldn't dare go in one, but I wanted to try it out. Always, always, when a customer went in, they would want to get out after 30 seconds because of claustrophobia. This went on for 3 and a half years until my bigger brother, Evin, wanted to go in. After paying his money, he went in, and I was expecting him to start tapping the walls like crazy in 30 seconds, but all I heard was his breathing, for the entire 10 minutes. I opened up the mirror box after the 10 minutes were up, and said "Congratulations! You are the first person ever to enter the my Mirror Box and stay in there for the entire 10 minutes!" No answer. Confused, I said loudly "You have to come out now, you could get snatched by ghosts or suffocate if you stay any longer!" I still got no answer. I was about to shake the box to get him out when I noticed... something creepy. There were some small blood spatters on the wood that seals people inside the box. "Evin?" I called out as I reluctantly looked inside the box. What I saw scarred me for life, as well as create a green mess on the floor. Evin's limbs and head were cut off, leaving his just torso in there, along with a sickening amount of blood all over the inside of the box. I called 911, reporting the mysterious murder. As the police came, I pondered over how this happened. When the police got here, I was immediately a suspect, but as quick as I became a suspect, I stopped being a suspect because only one person could fit in the box and there was blood only on the inside of the box. The body was so disgusting that nobody even wanted to touch it, let alone taking it out to put in a casket for the funeral. The box ended up being his casket. After his funeral, I burned my Ouija Board and Demon Ritual books. The murder case went on, dieing, for 5 years until it was given up. Forever, I'll be haunted by the wonder of what exactly happened inside that box.

That was... creepy... and gross. "pukes up"

