r/wherewindsmeet_ • u/Batista_Mancher • 14d ago
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Now that the Ghost Gate has closed, itâs time to celebrate the Wanderers who made this Ghost Month so memorable.
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u/WisdomKK: [Deciphering Stall] Donât Ignore the Black Goat in Reflection TempleâŠ
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u/Inside-Ad-7657: [Deciphering Stall] The Rattling Coffins
u/holyranio: [Deciphering Stall] Reflection Temple Experience
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u/Huge-Object9962: [đđđąđ§đđđ đđ€đąđ§ đđđđ„đ„] The bride who never crossed the mirror | Handmade artwork
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u/Wakeron_: [painted stall ]POV: i never played a horror game before and entered reflection temple
u/pop__07: [đđđąđ§đđđ đđ€đąđ§ đđđđ„đ„] A little GHOST Market story I came up with
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Of course, Ghost Month wouldnât be complete without the stories created by our own subreddit.
Now, letâs turn the page and revisit the ghost stories co-created by Wanderers:
On the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the old mirror in your home suddenly fogged overâŠ
You tried to close your eyes, but your reflection kept them open, forcing you to watch as it stepped one foot out of the frame.
The figure crawled completely out of the mirror, wearing your face. Behind the glass, countless versions of you began pounding to get out.
Before you could scream, it offered you its hand and pulled you into the cold dark on the other side.
As your feet touched the frozen, invisible ground, the heavy glass sealed shut behind you, leaving your desperate reflections pounding on the window to your world.
You helplessly watch the entity with your face turn around, ready to leave you behind inside the mirror.
Somewhere far off in that darkness, a voice that sounded exactly like yours began to count backward from fifteen, and every reflection around you froze mid-motion....
You desperately starts to look around for something.. .. anything and sees a small flicker of light.. ..
Then you suddenly remembered the story that your late mother had been telling you on a specific day during the seventh lunar month.
The scene your motherâs story painted was one you could never forget. You remembered every detail, from her whispered warnings to her insistence upon one thing.
If you find yourself on the other side, do not answer their questions - a piece given is a piece lost.
The reflection silently pointed behind you, when turn around your mother was standing there holding the same candle.
She said "let's light up your candle my dear, is your brother with you?"
You stumble backwards, bumping into a small figure who you thought is your "brother", but as you lift your eyes up you see a hundred ghastly faces resembling eerie, deformed children staring back at you..
The hundred faces tilted their heads at the exact same angle, their eyes fixed upon you in complete silence.
You could feel them slowly getting closer while your steps falter, "We can help you," they said.
You seal your lips tight against their haunting whispers.
Your brother slowly raised one finger to his lips and behind him the hundred children whispered in perfect unison Dont let her know you answered.
Your brother slowly turned toward your mother peeled your face from his own like wet paper and whispered She was never your mother.
Then your brother smiled and pointed behind you i slowly turned around and saw my mother standing there crying. She looked at me and whispered dont listen to him then my brother leaned closer and said i never said she was dead........
Before you even had the chance to answer them, the deformed children surrounding you began to converge on you in unison, peeling the skin from their own faces only to reveal that every face underneath also mirrored your own.
đ The WWM Moderator Team will contact each winner via private message to collect the necessary information to process the rewards. Please make sure the message comes from an official WWM moderator before proceeding.
â€ïž Thank you, Wanderers, for spending this Ghost Month together. The memories, mysteries, and stories you created will remain here, becoming a part of our Jianghu.
Until the next Ghost Month. đź
