With a smile on her cheek xix yr old Mia Nordberg pushed the doorway overt. With some difficulty she managed to drag her three suitcases inside and the door closed. The hallway was not very warm but it was still much in effect that the frigidity autumn conditions outside. The construction was closing curtain to a hundred long time old but careful restitution had kept it in everlasting condition. Mia studied the old fashioned ornaments on the mainstay of hall until her gaze fell on the control panel just inside the room access.

At the single apartment at the tierce story she read the public figure Lisa Larsson."Seems they have not had sentence to transfer the old public figure,"Mia thought as she felt some uncomfortableness.

It was a grace that she could move to this flat instead of bread and butter with her auntie but the way the apartment became empty was not pleasant. At first the morning paper had only included a pocket-sized notice that 22 years old Lisa Larsson had gone missing. The constabulary had treated it as an ordinary disappearance until a journalist found Lisa 's diary in a public trash can.

The journal described how Lisa Larsson had been afraid of a stalker. No deion was given about who but Lisa wrote repeatedly that she thought that the stalker had sexual intents towards her. The paper saw the possible action for selling supernumerary copies and started investigating what Lisa had done the go hours before her disappearance.

In truth the reporters did n't find very much grounds, but there was enough to spin a tale about a sexual dirt. The last evening Lisa had been out dancing on a nearby pub. A issue of people had remembered Lisa because how flirtatious she had acted when she literally started to earn out with some males on the dance floor. Late in the Nox she had left followed by a two unknown men she attracted during the terpsichore.

The police continued the probe and finally concluded that it sounded in all likelihood Lisa had been abducted on her way home, but the search had so far turned unsuccesful. Mia had only been following the upshot with minor pastime but when she was offered Lisa apartment she had recalled what she had read.

The elevator was very small and Mia and her suitcases filled it up completely."Aunt Helen would not birth been capable to fit herself with all the bag with her,"Mia thought and imagined her auntie trying to squeeze her round body into the elevator.

aunty Helen was very fond of cookery and had constantly been trying to pass water Mia eat more. Mia on the other hand was very fond of her slim nicely trimmed body and had found the constant bickering about her not eating too much a real pain in the ass. It was a bang-up relief to get a space of her own.

With a bit of bother Mia for the s metre pushed the button for the top floor but the lift refused to impress. She twisted around and realized her mistake.

"The elevator was designed for four level but the house got only three,"Mia thought and pressed the right button. The elevator started to move and Mia waited as the elevator climbed slowly. Finally the elevator came to halt and she looked on a door with the public figure Lisa Larsson. The layout of the mansion was a bit unusual since the elevator and stairs were in unlike piece of the building. Thus there were no hallway in presence of the door. The threshold to the apartments could only be opened when the lift was in place. Mia had heard about this when she signed the contract for the flat but it still felt a bit weird when she opened the room access and stepped directly into her new apartment.

Just like Lisa had done Mia rented the apartment with furniture and she was thus very rummy when entered. Gunnar Westerlund, the builder of the home, had in his final will stated that the small flat should be rented out to students of the university and thus a foundation kept the apartment furnished and ready for students.

Mia 's impressions when she saw the furniture was a bit mixed. Surely the old fashioned art object fit with goth way of the house but it did not clear it did not make the flat feel tea cosy.

The flat had only a small kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom but it was surely a steal at the low tear toll. Mia pulled her traveling bag into the bedroom and placed them on the bed. Except from the press and the bed the only furniture in elbow room was a immense mirror that filled most of the rampart. The whole room could be seen in the mirror and it did thus make the room feel a lot magnanimous than it really was.

Mia spent the eventide unpacking and checking that all the listed article of furniture and equipment listed on the contract really existed. Everything seemed to fine and now when she was more at base in apartment it did n't feel so weird.

"After all I will do the studies at the catholicity and mostly rest and eat here,"Mia thought as she entered the sleeping room. She stopped in front of the large mirror and did a slow turn.

Mia like many others always did dream of becoming a model but she was a practical girl that realized that the hazard for that were slim. She was tall and slim but her hair did n't really cut the mark. It was in a squeamish blond color but curled up too a good deal. Without tying it up or using a ridiculous amount of hairspray her pilus would digest out in all centering. Mia also had to include that her breasts looked a bit small. It was slightly unfair since she used a sizing b-holder but combined with how tall she was her breast did bet small.

As Mia looked at her sight in the mirror she felt a rush of excitement. Normally you only encountered full distance mirrors in stores and there you could never really relax. It was great to give birth such a mirror in her sleeping room. She slowly went back and forward like she had been doing some model job. It was quite fun but her clothes seemed much to mundane to beseem her fantasy. She paused and thought for a few bit and then started to remove her dress. She knew that she and her mother had not packed any hardihood wearing apparel since she was going away to study but in only her intimate apparel with heap of skin exposed it would still look slightly titillating.

With a smile she repeated the slow paseo forward and back. Her blank cotton underclothes looked very nice together with her sun tanned soundbox. Mia tried to move a bit more erotic and was very pleased with the result. If the boys looking at her physical structure think visual modality as this one she could understand that they were looking.

"I bet I could practice in front of this mirror here so that I could learn to turn any boy loony with lust,"she thought but then noticed the clock time and understood that it was metre to sleep.

She made the bed with her bed linen and a couple minutes later she was in her bed. She could not see the mirror in the darkness but know it was there. As she tried to log Z's her imaginativeness kept returning to practicing in social movement of the mirror.

"I will buy some more suit dress tomorrow,"Mia decided before she fell asleep.

* * *

Mia felt great when she came awake the following break of the day. She had slept only in a blank nightgown and when she got up she could not resist dropping the nightie. She stood totally nude in front of the mirror and covered her buck private parts with only her bridge player.

"Mirror, mirror on the paries am I not the most sexy teenager you ever have seen ?"Mia mentation and pretended to be rubbing her pussy.

It was nothing she normally did. She was a virgin and had never really felt the itch to do Sir Thomas More than analyze how she looked down there. Still she had to admit that her paradigm in the mirror looked even more erotic when she did this.

"I will late for class if I do n't startle moving,"she reluctantly realized and rushed away to the can.

The day went painfully slowly but finally it was over. Finally she arrived base and entered the lift. She pushed the clit and was momentary confused when nothing happened until she recalled that it was not the top clitoris she was supposed to use.

Besides from her haversack she also had a shopping bag filled with clothes. It had felt very weird to buy such intimate apparel and clothes but she could barely stand waiting to try them in front of the mirror. The fact that she had used most of her spare hard cash for the month was a potential drop problem, but she felt it was worth it.

When she came inside the rushed to bathroom and changed her clothes. She wanted to see the flux impression the new dress would make as soon as possible.

With anxious stair she entered her sleeping room.

"Will the mirror like my visual aspect,"she wondered and then dismissed the whacky idea,"How could an mirror have thoughts ?"

A boastfully smile filled her aspect as she saw herself in the mirror. She had a red mini and a Shirley Temple Black top and it did just impart the mental image she had intended.

"I could picture myself dancing daring in forepart of the boys in these clothes,"Mia thought and tried some dance steps. This made her return back to reality as she realized how novice like her dance measure looked.

She liked the aphrodisiac effigy she could see in the mirror as her bridge player rested on her pelvic girdle but she had not the skill to really dance. She had never been interest in such things.

She felt joy over the melioration her apparel did to her appearance, but then she reluctantly looked towards her backpack filled with books that lay on the story in the hallway. She really needed to read the chapters they had discussed at the university. All day she had been thinking on the clothes she would buy on the way menage and thus she had not been paying care.

"I can save up that for later,"she thought and started to exercise in front of mirror.

She let her hands slide over body and seductively moved her pelvic arch. Slowly she invented new dance tone and even while she sometimes stumbled she noticed that she was improving. When she finally ended practicing she noticed that it was completely black outside. After eating she could not get hold her nightgown and she decided to kip in her underwear.

* * *

The next dawn Mia slowly woke up. In her sleep she had kicked the bed screen of and thus the first base she saw when she woke up was her tractor trailer au naturel image in the mirror. She giggled with delight as she saw herself. The bed looked just like if a lover had shared it with her and just recently left. She recalled the erotic pose she had done yesterday forenoon and decided to do some posing.

With trembling fingers she let her hired man slide inside her panty. With a grin on her lips she looked towards the mirror to see how she looked.

"Surely erotic but it looks kind of dull since my paw is still,"Mia realized annoyed. Slowly she started to rub her kitty-cat and was very satisfied with the result. The elongate textile of her panties looked very significative as her bridge player moved under it.

She continued this for a patch. Carefully she let a finger slide inside to feel her girlhood.

"I wonder what the big mass about masturbation is,"she thought. Her body was filled with tingle and she continued her slow rubbing. As her fingers passed over her slice she noticed that it had become slightly damp.

"Is this how sexual exhilaration look ?"Mia wondered and moaned. Her totally soundbox trembled as her inexperienced fingers played with her individual piece. Suddenly Mia thought that she heard somebody crying out something and sat up with startled look on her face. She had no idea what the phonation had said but as she looked around she saw the watch beside the bed.

"I will be late for stratum !"she realized and this broke her mood. She jumped into her apparel and picked up her backpack and ran.

Mia arrived to powerful room at the university at the close possible bit and sat down at same moment as the teacher started talking. She had hoped that the material from yesterday would be repeated since she had forgotten to read it but soon found out that this Bob Hope was wild. The day dragged on and Mia struggled to keep up with the others. With annoying Mia also noted that the guy did n't appear to see her at all. Two former beautiful woman had all the attention from the male.

"I bet this would change if they saw me in my red mini or knew what I did a few hour ago,"Mia thought blushing as she recalled her masturbation. She wished that she was back in front of the mirror and could finish up the task.

Finally the day was over and Mia hurried back home. When she came to the lift she for once remembered to crowd the right release and elevator started it 's slow climb. When Mia came inside she did n't even think about reading her Holy Scripture, instead she rushed inside to exchange wearing apparel and a few moments later she was standing in forepart of the mirror.

All the trouble from the farseeing day melted away as she practiced to dance. If there had been a watcher both days he would have noticed that Mia dance was growing More and more titillating. Her hands would slide over her hips and seductively pull her chick up. She throw buss towards the mirror and giggled in joy as she saw how much her acquisition had improved.

"I bet no boy could defy me,"she thought and this made her sex tingle with anticipation.

She noticed that she was hungry and went to the kitchen to find herself some food for thought.

"I need to get out and to see if all my drill has paid of,"she decided. After she was finished eating she exited her flat. Out on the street she danced forward without caring about the low temperature autumn weather.

The street was completely deserted and it was a relief when she saw an clear pub. As she walked closer her hand drifted under her top and started to bring with her left nipple until it became erect.

"Time to picture the guy how erotic a woman can be,"Mia thought and danced forward with a grinning on her rim. It was a shame that she bought such a meek skirt, why had she not got one that made it more easy to swank her underwear ?

As she approached the room access she eyed the house of the pub and in some unknown way it disturbed her.

"I have never been hear before, and that is a good, would be form of embarrassing if the guys knew me,"she thought.

She was just on the way to enter when she suddenly froze as she remembered why the name felt familiar.

"It is the same pub that Lisa Larsson visited before she disappeared,"Mia realized and stumbled backwards. She still felt a longing to go inside and terpsichore but was she not just now exactly repeating what Lisa had done before her disappearing.

With an exploit of will power she gathered her strength and walked back towards home.

She entered the lowly elevator and pushed the top button. As the elevator climbed upwards she closed her middle and tried to chill out down.

"Something Wyrd is going on, why else would a shy person like me doing the same thing as Lisa did,"she thought.

The lift came to an full point and Mia opened her eyes. It was courteous that the landlord had removed Lisa Larson 's gens from the door, but weirdly they had not put any new name there. Mia frowned at this but then noticed this since the door was ajar.

"What was I thinking when left earlier, leaving home with an candid door ?"she wondered as she entered the apartment.

It took a yoke of irregular for Mia to register the truth. The layout of the hallway was identical to hers but it was not her flat. The wall was covered with photograph of nude statue young lady and the clothes hanging there was not hers. With a red face Mia turned back towards the lift and pushed the button for floor three. Nothing happened, confused she looked around but then recalled that the doors to the apartments must be closed if the elevator should affect. She closed the door but elevator would still not move.

"Wait a second, how could the elevator get here in the first seat if this room access was ajar ?"she wondered. She tried a mates of Thomas More prison term but the elevator would not affect and thus there were no option but the enter the apartment again. She looked into the kitchen but except the corpse from somebody 's breakfast it was empty. She knocked on the doorway to the sleeping accommodation but there were no reply.

She pushed the doorway open but found it vacate. In fact the apartment was sparingly furnished. Only the heavy wall mirror and a hot seat was standing there. The hot seat captured her attention since somebody had attached a huge dildo at the shopping centre of it. Mia stared in disbelief at the huge dildo, it was almost as wide as her arm. She could not conceive that a girl could convey such monster inside her.

As she looked on the quietus of the elbow room she felt the familiar prickling when she looked at the mirror, how aphrodisiacal she would look like in figurehead of the mirror. With an travail of will she looked away from the mirror. Something about the chair looked familiar and Mia suddenly turned towards the pictures on the wall behind her. All the fille on the pictures was doing the Sami affair. They were sitting on the professorship with the dildo buried inside their wet folds. With fascination Mia studied the look of incredible lust that could be seen in their faces. Suddenly she felt apprehensiveness as she recognized the eleventh ikon from the theme, it was without uncertainty twenty twelvemonth old Lisa Larson that had gone missing a few weeks ago.

"I must get out of her as soon as potential, I do n't care this property,"Mia thought with dread in her heart and returned to the elevator. She did n't go surprised when the elevator still refused to incite but suppressed her awe as looked for another exit.

She felt a stiff urge to go and practice in front of the mirror but she suppressed this feeling too.

"I can use the stairs,"she realized but where the door out should have been there was only a flat paries. She walked through the flat looking for some option she had missed at the same time as she without any witting decision started to rub her breasts.

"Perhaps it is potential to climb down on the outside of the house,"she thought and walked to the subject bedroom window.

As she looked outside she noticed with surprisal that not a unity sign of the autumn could be seen. It looked like it was in the middle of the summer. Mia looked down and cried out in fear. Halfway down to the ground an trunk hung in the air suspended by nothing. It was an man clothed in old forge clothes. His side was frozen in incredible concentration as his hand seemed to indicate back towards the window. Mia stumbled backwards in fear.

She turned and as her gaze fell on the mirror she felt her fingerbreadth moving to remove her wearing apparel. With a abstruse sigh Mia managed to fail discharge and she ran out into the kitchen. Away from the mirror the yearning was light to cover. She looked around the kitchen and noticed a lowly notepad on the dinner board. To get something to do she opened to see if there were any clues about what was going on. From the handwriting she guessed that the writer must be a woman.

'' I am afraid. Something weird is going on. I pushed wrong clit and the lift moved to fourth floor but there are only three floors in this building, '' she read. The text continued but was turning more and more to be only be about cerebration about masturbation.

Mia turned the page and found that there was a new person writing. `` In some way I have become trapped here too. I do n't recognise if the previous young woman me made it out. The yearning to do dirty things in front of the mirror is driving me nuts. I think that I must stand firm or else something bad will go on. I will be right back, must take a second flavour at that big dildo. '' There were no more ingress 's with the Same handwriting.

Mia continued to flex varlet but there was just random view from confused girls. In the tenth handwriting she again found some interesting information. `` It seems I am the 10th victim of this illusion hole. I have never believed in such matter as magic but the evidences are impossible to brush off. When you look down from the sleeping accommodation window you can see a man hanging frozen in the air. Is the real trap that you should use the dildo in the bedroom or is that you try to climb down yesteryear that man. He is hanging so close to edifice that you need to touch him if you want to get down. I am not for certain but I think that it is Gustaf Westerlund, the man who built this building. '' With dread Mia turned the page and found a last entry. `` I am sure now. The stalker I thought was following me is not a living being. This whole building is intended to trap girls like us. I do n't know about the ground but I intend to find out before I loose my willpower. ``

"The conclusion one writing must be Lisa Larson. Her diary talked about being afraid of a stalker,"Mia thought and picked the pencil up to spell herself. She thought about dropping a tone from the window or shouting for assistant but it sounded unlikely that it would do any dependable. All the world outside was immobilize except herself.

"If the mirror or lift brought me her it should be able to convey me back. I just need to image out how they work,"she thought but it was growing harder and voiceless to think. Her panties had become soaked and all thoughts returned back towards masturbation.

"The danger must be the dildo if I understand the commentary from the others right. Thus if I avoid using that but masturbate in front of the mirror I will get relief so that I can remember straight again, she thought and after writing this down she walked towards the bedroom.

With hurry she dropped her clothes and looked at her tall nude trunk in the mirror. Without hesitating she started to take on with herself. She trembled as her fingers played with herself. She was so moist that it was dripping down her recollective stage. It felt insubstantial as she saw herself masturbating without unconstraint. She was panting with excitement now but she was still not there yet. A couple of fingers was inside her trusting but even while it felt majuscule they did n't do to a greater extent than work her to the edge.

"I need more stimulation !"the thought as she trembled with lust.

"Perhaps it is prolonged used of the dildo that is grievous,"she thought and this persuasion was decent to make her pass to the chairman. Without any real hesitation she guided the gigantic dildo inside her. She felt it rip through her virginity at the Same time as she screamed in sexual agitation. Her wholly soundbox trembled as feeling of acute lust ripped through her being. She opened her oculus to see her image in the mirror. To her surprise she instead saw through the mirror into what must be her own room. Her own stuff was gone and on her bed an obscure naked lady friend lay masturbating.

"The next dupe,"Mia thought and this was her last opinion before everything went black. The finale thing she saw was the girls muddiness as she thought that she had heard individual calling out to her.

The End