Alright guys! Halloween special time!

This is heavily inspired from the Creepypasta "The Glaring Mirror" by Kez Mcindoe. Check it out on (www) . (creepypasta) the-glaring-mirror Remove the parentheses

Happy Halloween!


Hiccup's mother died when he was about 7 years old. Valhallarama died during a dragon raid. One moment she was there, the next, ashes. Everyone in Berk mourned the loss of the chief's wife. Everyone eventually moved on.

Everyone except Hiccup. He couldn't move on. He knew why she died. She died because of him. He killed his mother.


"Good night Hiccup," Valhallarama kissed Hiccup on the forehead and retreated out the door.

"Night, mom." The boy responded

Hiccup listened to the sound of his mother's retreating footsteps and the door to the master bedroom opening and closing. Before long, he heard the ungodly snoring of his father. He smiled to himself and yawned, his eyes growing droopy.

Scratch... Scratch... Scratch...

What was that? Hiccup sat up and rubbed his eyes.

Scratch... Scratch...

Hiccup looked up at the wooden ceiling. The attic? Nothing was up there except a few of his family's belongings and the some of the belongings of past chiefs.

Coming to the conclusion he was simply imagining things, Hiccup laid back down and tried to catch some sleep.

Scratch... Scratch...

Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, Hiccup yawned and stood. He had to investigate. The young boy lit a candle and made his way through the hallways of his dark house. All the while, the scratching on the ceiling persisted, moving with him. He turned a corner and there it was, the ladder to the attic.

Hiccup climbed the wooden ladder and pushed the trapdoor open. He waved his candle around in front of him, searching for the sound of the scratching, which had gotten louder. The attic was full of old wooden crates and had a fine layer of dust on practically everything.

Turning around, Hiccup almost jumped out of his skin.

A mirror. He had gotten scared of his reflection in a mirror.

It was a beautiful mirror, the frame was intricately carved and the glass seemed to lack any imperfection. Strangely, it was devoid of any dust, but Hiccup ignored it as he marveled in its beauty. It was right then and there he decided he had to have it. Hiccup yawned once more and climbed back down the ladder, the scratching had stopped anyways.

The next day, Hiccup's mother brought the mirror down and set it in Hiccup's room, against the wall across from Hiccup's bed.

"Wow Hiccup, that's a beautiful mirror." Valhallarama said, rustling her son's hair. "Well I have some errands to run dear, don't have too much fun." She kissed her son on the cheek and left. Hiccup heard her heavy footfalls as he descended the stairs and left the building.

Hiccup stared into the mirror. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye, but found nothing. He spent the rest of the day trying to sketch his crush Astrid. But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching him.


A few nights later, Hiccup was sleeping peacefully in his bed.

Scratch... Scratch...

Hiccup looked up, but the scratching wasn't coming from there. The scratching was coming from in front of him, from the mirror.

He stared at his mirror, perplexed. Then he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Under his bed, there was a white, almost glowing face. Swinging his head over to investigate, he found nothing. He was just imagining things. Looking back at the mirror, he almost screamed, the face was still there.

Hiccup focused on it's details, or lack thereof. It was a oval shaped face, seemingly bald. It seemed to lack any hair at all, actually. It's lips were pressed into a thin black line. It had a straight nose. But it's eyes were the worst part. Where the eyes were supposed to be were two gaping holes, darker the the darkness under his bed.

It's lips curled into a smile, and in a blink of an eye, it disappeared.

Hiccup was tempted to jumped off and run to his parents, but was too afraid the thing might grab him as soon as he hit the floorboards. He didn't want to yell out lest his parent suffer the same fate.

So Hiccup sat there for the rest of the night, waiting for the thing to burst out and kill him. When the first rays of sunshine illuminated the space under his bed. Hiccup breathed a sigh of relief.


Hiccup shoved boxes of under his bed, trying to deny it access to him. But it simply reappeared somewhere else; in his window, behind his desk, over his headboard, next to him in bed. It never moved, just watched him.

This continued for weeks. Hiccup didn't want to tell his parents, they thought he was a crazy as they got since he spent his days cooped up in the house, drawing.


One night, like any other, Hiccup watched the face. It was hovering over his head board. He had grew somewhat accustomed to it, able to sleep about half the night under its dead gaze. But now he was wide awake.

Then it did something it never did before. It moved.

Boney fingers emerged from behind the headboard, grasping the wood and pulling the rest of the body up slowly. Dirty fingernails scratched the wood. Inch by inch, it revealed its body. It looked like someone had stretched a perfectly white canvas over some bones.

Hiccup looked up, but he knew it wasn't there.

It climbed over his reflection and stood in front of the mirror. Hiccup left his bed and stood in front of the mirror, facing the thing.

Roars and the sound of burning wood suddenly erupted outside. There was sound of yells and a deafening horn. But Hiccup didn't hear it, as he was too entranced by the figure in the mirror. It was reaching forward as if to try to touch him.

"Val! Get Hiccup! I need to help fight the dragons!" Stoick's footsteps pounded down the hallway and out the front door.

Hiccup's door burst open. Valhallarama grabbed Hiccup without hesitation, but not before brushing up against the mirror and knocking it over, shattering it. There was an angry wail and Valhallarama released her son, clutching her ears and screaming in pain.

The wail soon stopped, and Valhallarama's screech with it. Hiccup looked at her mother, who was smiling, a stark contrast to the chaos outside.

"I wish I got the boy," Valhallarama examined her hand. "But this'll do." The woman rustled the boy's hair and chuckled and walked out the door. Hiccup listened to the receding footsteps.

That was the last time Hiccup ever saw his mother.


Ahh. What a crappy ending. I'm not really good at ending chapters.

So what did you guys think about it? It was as long as my Slenderman chapter (Chapter 36), but I think I scared you guys a little. Admit it, you have a mirror in your room and you glanced at it more than once.

How are you guys spending your Halloween? I'm going to be sitting at home, eating the candy I'm supposed to passing out.

This is a huge milestone for me. A little over a year ago, I never imagined my little story would evolve into a massive collection with almost 200 reviews. Thanks for you support and I hope for it to continue.

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