With a smile on her face nineteen year old Mia Nordberg pushed the room access open. With some difficulty she managed to drag her three suitcases inside and the room access closed. The hallway was not very warm but it was still a great deal better that the cold autumn weather outside. The building was close to a hundred years old but careful restoration had kept it in complete condition. Mia studied the old forge ornaments on the pillars of hallway until her gaze fell on the circuit board just inside the door.

At the undivided apartment at the thirdly floor she read the public figure Lisa Larsson."Seems they have not had time to hit the old epithet,"Mia thought as she felt some discomfort.

It was a approving that she could motivate to this flat instead of keep with her aunty but the way the flat became void was not pleasant. At kickoff the morning paper had only included a small notice that 22 years old Lisa Larsson had gone missing. The police had treated it as an ordinary disappearance until a journalist found Lisa 's diary in a public scum can.

The diary 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 sneak had intimate intention towards her. The newsprint saw the hypothesis for selling additional copy and started investigating what Lisa had done the live hours before her disappearance.

In accuracy the reporters did n't detect much evidence, but there was enough to spin a tale about a sexual outrage. The finish eventide Lisa had been out dancing on a nearby pub. A number of multitude had remembered Lisa because how coquettish she had acted when she literally started to make out with some Male on the dance floor. Late in the Nox she had left followed by a two unknown men she attracted during the saltation.

The law continued the investigation and finally concluded that it sounded probably Lisa had been abducted on her way home, but the search had so far turned unsuccesful. Mia had only been following the case with minor pursuit but when she was offered Lisa apartment she had recalled what she had read.

The elevator was very humble and Mia and her grip filled it up completely."Aunt Helen would not accept been able to fit herself with all the travelling bag with her,"Mia thought and imagined her aunt trying to hug her round body into the elevator.

Aunt Helen of Troy was very fond of cooking and had constantly been trying to make Mia eat more. Mia on the early hand was very fond of her slim nicely trimmed body and had found the incessant spat about her not eating too much a real infliction. It was a great relief to get a place of her own.

With a bit of aggravator Mia for the second time pushed the push for the top floor but the elevator refused to move. She twisted around and realized her misapprehension.

"The elevator was designed for four flooring but the theater got only three,"Mia thought and pressed the right-hand button. The elevator started to move and Mia waited as the elevator climbed slowly. Finally the elevator came to kibosh and she looked on a room access with the epithet Lisa Larsson. The layout of the house was a bit unusual since the elevator and stairs were in different persona of the building. Thus there were no hall in front of the door. The doors 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 doorway and stepped directly into her new apartment.

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

Mia 's impressions when she saw the furniture was a bit mixed. Surely the old fashioned spell fit with goth panache of the house but it did not stool it did not make the apartment look cozy.

The apartment had only a small kitchen, a bathroom and a bedchamber but it was surely a bargain at the low rent cost. Mia pulled her suitcases into the chamber and placed them on the bed. Except from the loo and the bed the entirely piece of furniture in room was a immense mirror that filled nigh of the wall. The unscathed room could be seen in the mirror and it did thus pull in the room feel a lot larger than it really was.

Mia spent the eve unpacking and checking that all the listed furniture and equipment listed on the contract really existed. Everything seemed to ticket and now when she was more at rest home in apartment it did n't palpate so weird.

"After all I will do the field at the universality and mostly sleep and eat here,"Mia thought as she entered the chamber. She stopped in front of the heavy mirror and did a boring turn.

Mia like many others always did dream of becoming a model but she was a practical missy that realized that the chances for that were lose weight. She was tall and slim but her hair did n't really cut the score. It was in a nice blond gloss but curled up too much. Without tying it up or using a farcical amount of hairspray her hair's-breadth would endure out in all steering. Mia also had to admit that her breasts looked a bit small. It was slightly unfair since she used a sizing b-holder but combined with how marvellous she was her titty did seem small.

As Mia looked at her vision in the mirror she felt a rush of excitement. Normally you only encountered full length mirrors in stores and there you could never really loose. It was cracking to throw such a mirror in her chamber. She slowly went back and forward like she had been doing some model job. It was quite fun but her clothes seemed a good deal to mundane to suit her fantasy. She paused and thought for a few seconds and then started to slay her apparel. She knew that she and her mother had not packed any daring clothes since she was going away to study but in only her lingerie with lots of peel exposed it would still look slightly erotic.

With a smile she repeated the slow walk forward and back. Her White cotton underwear looked very nice together with her sun tanned body. Mia tried to propel a bit more titillating and was very pleased with the result. If the boys looking at her body imagined sight as this one she could interpret that they were looking.

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

She made the bed with her bed linen and a match mo later she was in her bed. She could not see the mirror in the shadow but know it was there. As she tried to sleep her imagery kept returning to practicing in front of the mirror.

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

* * *

Mia felt with child when she came awake the next morning. She had slept only in a E. B. White night-robe and when she got up she could not hold out dropping the nightie. She stood totally nude in front of the mirror and covered her private parts with only her hand.

"Mirror, mirror on the bulwark am I not the most sexy teenager you ever have seen ?"Mia thought 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 Thomas More than canvas how she looked down there. Still she had to admit that her mental image in the mirror looked even more erotic when she did this.

"I will late for family if I do n't protrude moving,"she reluctantly realized and rushed away to the bathroom.

The day went painfully slowly but finally it was over. Finally she arrived dwelling house and entered the elevator. She pushed the button and was momentary confused when nada happened until she recalled that it was not the top clitoris she was supposed to use.

Besides from her backpack 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 near of her spare cash for the month was a potential 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 combined impression the new wearing apparel would make as soon as possible.

With nervous steps she entered her bedroom.

"Will the mirror like my coming into court,"she wondered and then dismissed the silly idea,"How could an mirror have thoughts ?"

A tumid smile filled her side as she saw herself in the mirror. She had a red miniskirt and a nigrify top and it did just bring the figure she had intended.

"I could visualise myself dancing daring in forepart of the son in these apparel,"Mia thought and tried some dance steps. This made her riposte back to reality as she realized how novice like her dance stair looked.

She liked the sexy look-alike she could see in the mirror as her hands rested on her pelvic arch but she had not the acquisition to really dance. She had never been matter to in such things.

She felt joy over the improvement her clothes did to her appearance, but then she reluctantly looked towards her back pack filled with rule book that lay on the floor in the hallway. She really needed to translate the chapters they had discussed at the university. All day she had been thinking on the clothes she would buy on the way home and thus she had not been paying attending.

"I can keep open that for later,"she thought and started to praxis in straw man of mirror.

She let her mitt slide over organic structure and seductively moved her hips. Slowly she invented new dancing steps and even while she sometimes stumbled she noticed that she was improving. When she finally ended practicing she noticed that it was completely Negro outside. After eating she could not find her night-robe and she decided to sleep in her underwear.

* * *

The next morn Mia slowly woke up. In her nap she had kicked the bed cover of and thus the foremost she saw when she woke up was her rig nude image in the mirror. She giggled with delight as she saw herself. The bed looked just like if a buff had shared it with her and just recently left. She recalled the erotic affectation she had done yesterday morning and decided to do some posing.

With trembling fingerbreadth she let her hand slide inside her panties. With a smile on her lips she looked towards the mirror to see how she looked.

"Surely erotic but it looks kind of dull since my hand is still,"Mia realized annoyed. Slowly she started to rub her pussy and was very satisfied with the result. The stretched cloth of her panty looked very suggestive as her hired man moved under it.

She continued this for a while. Carefully she let a finger slide inside to palpate her maidenhood.

"I wonder what the big deal about masturbation is,"she thought. Her eubstance was filled with prickling and she continued her slow friction. As her finger's breadth passed over her slit she noticed that it had become slightly moist.

"Is this how intimate excitement flavour ?"Mia wondered and moaned. Her whole eubstance trembled as her inexperienced fingers played with her private constituent. Suddenly Mia thought that she heard somebody crying out something and sat up with startled verbalism on her face. She had no mind what the voice had said but as she looked around she saw the lookout man beside the bed.

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

Mia arrived to compensate room at the university at the final stage possible moment and sat down at Saame minute as the teacher started talking. She had hoped that the stuff from yesterday would be repeated since she had forgotten to show it but soon found out that this hope was unwarranted. The day dragged on and Mia struggled to keep up with the others. With annoyance Mia also noted that the guys did n't appear to see her at all. Two former beautiful woman had all the attention from the males.

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

Finally the day was over and Mia hurried back home. When she came to the elevator she for once remembered to push the the right way clitoris and lift started it 's slow climb. When Mia came inside she did n't even think about reading her books, instead she rushed inside to change wearing apparel and a few moments later she was standing in straw man of the mirror.

All the headache 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 to a greater extent and more erotic. Her custody would slide over her hips and seductively deplumate her skirt up. She throw kisses towards the mirror and giggled in joy as she saw how much her accomplishment had improved.

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

She noticed that she was hungry and went to the kitchen to find herself some intellectual nourishment.

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

The street was completely deserted and it was a stand-in when she saw an open pub. As she walked closer her hand drifted under her top and started to play with her left nipple until it became erect.

"time to show the guy how erotic a woman can be,"Mia thought and danced forward with a smile on her lips. It was a shame that she bought such a modest skirt, why had she not got one that made it more easy to flash her underwear ?

As she approached the door she eyed the sign of the pub and in some unusual way it disturbed her.

"I have never been hear before, and that is a ripe, would be kind of embarrassing if the bozo 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 Lapplander 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 disappearance.

With an effort of will world power she gathered her specialty and walked back towards home.

She entered the pocket-size lift and pushed the top button. As the elevator climbed upwards she closed her center and tried to calm down.

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

The elevator came to an stop and Mia opened her eyes. It was nice that the landlord had removed Lisa Larson 's epithet from the doorway, but weirdly they had not put any new figure there. Mia frowned at this but then noticed this since the threshold was ajar.

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

It took a match of moment for Mia to register the truth. The layout of the hallway was identical to hers but it was not her apartment. The wall was covered with photos of nude girl and the dress hanging there was not hers. With a red human face Mia turned back towards the elevator and pushed the button for storey three. nil happened, confused she looked around but then recalled that the doors to the apartment must be closed if the lift should move. She closed the door but elevator would still not move.

"Wait a instant, how could the elevator get here in the first place if this door was ajar ?"she wondered. She tried a couplet of more clip but the elevator would not actuate and thus there were no option but the enter the apartment again. She looked into the kitchen but except the stiff from somebody 's breakfast it was evacuate. She knocked on the threshold to the bedroom but there were no reply.

She pushed the threshold open but found it empty. In fact the apartment was sparingly furnished. Only the large wall mirror and a chairwoman was standing there. The chair captured her attention since somebody had attached a vast dildo at the center of it. Mia stared in disbelief at the huge dildo, it was almost as astray as her arm. She could not believe that a girlfriend could deal such monster inside her.

As she looked on the residue of the room she felt the companion tingle when she looked at the mirror, how sexy she would look like in front of the mirror. With an effort of will she looked away from the mirror. Something about the chair looked companion and Mia suddenly turned towards the pictures on the wall behind her. All the girls on the pictures was doing the same 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 apprehension as she recognized the eleventh picture show from the papers, it was without dubiousness twenty year old Lisa Larson that had gone missing a few weeks ago.

"I must get out of her as soon as possible, I do n't like this home,"Mia thought with dread in her nub and returned to the elevator. She did n't become storm when the elevator still refused to prompt but suppressed her fear as looked for another exit.

She felt a potent urge to go and drill in movement of the mirror but she suppressed this flavour too.

"I can use the stairs,"she realized but where the door out should consume been there was only a unconditional wall. She walked through the apartment looking for some selection she had missed at the same time as she without any conscious determination started to rub her breasts.

"Perhaps it is possible to mount down on the outside of the sign,"she thought and walked to the open up sleeping room window.

As she looked outside she noticed with surprise that not a unmarried star sign of the autumn could be seen. It looked like it was in the middle of the summertime. Mia looked down and cried out in awe. Halfway down to the ground an consistence hung in the air suspended by nil. It was an man clothed in old fashion clothes. His face was frozen in incredible concentration as his hand seemed to point back towards the windowpane. Mia stumbled backwards in fear.

She turned and as her gaze fell on the mirror she felt her fingerbreadth moving to get rid of her apparel. With a deep sigh Mia managed to break free and she ran out into the kitchen. Away from the mirror the longing was easier to handle. She looked around the kitchen and noticed a low notepad on the dinner table. 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 elevator moved to fourth floor but there are only three floors in this building, '' she read. The text continued but was turning Sir Thomas More and more than to be only be about thoughts 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 know if the previous girlfriend me made it out. The yearning to do dirty affair in front line of the mirror is driving me nuts. I think that I must reject or else something bad will encounter. I will be rightfield back, must take a second expression at that big dildo. '' There were no more entry 's with the same handwriting.

Mia continued to reverse Thomas Nelson Page but there was just random thoughts from disconcert lady friend. In the tenth handwriting she again found some interesting entropy. `` It seems I am the tenth victim of this legerdemain gob. I have never believed in such thing as thaumaturgy but the grounds are impossible to ignore. When you look down from the sleeping room window you can see a man hanging frozen in the air. Is the existent snare that you should use the dildo in the bedroom or is that you try to go up down past that man. He is hanging so close to building that you need to extend to him if you want to get down. I am not indisputable but I think that it is Gustaf Westerlund, the man who built this building. '' With apprehensiveness Mia turned the varlet and found a lastly unveiling. `` I am sure now. The stalker I thought was following me is not a living being. This whole building is intended to entrap girls like us. I do n't know about the reason but I intend to find out before I loose my self-will. ``

"The last one writing must be Lisa Larson. Her journal talked about being afraid of a stalker,"Mia thought and picked the pencil up to drop a line herself. She thought about dropping a banknote from the windowpane or shouting for help but it sounded unconvincing that it would do any good. All the globe outside was frozen except herself.

"If the mirror or lift brought me her it should be able to fetch me back. I just need to figure out how they work,"she thought but it was growing operose and knockout to recall. Her panty had become besotted and all cerebration 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 she-bop in front line of the mirror I will get relief so that I can think straight again, she thought and after writing this down she walked towards the bedroom.

With haste she dropped her apparel and looked at her tall nude organic structure in the mirror. Without hesitating she started to play with herself. She trembled as her finger's breadth played with herself. She was so moist that it was dripping down her foresightful leg. It felt insubstantial as she saw herself masturbating without abandon. She was panting with turmoil now but she was still not there yet. A couple of fingers was inside her trusting but even while it felt outstanding they did n't do more than bring her to the border.

"I need more arousal !"the sentiment as she trembled with lust.

"Perhaps it is prolonged used of the dildo that is dangerous,"she thought and this thought was decent to urinate her walk to the hot seat. 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 excitement. Her whole body trembled as feeling of vivid lust ripped through her being. She opened her optic to see her trope in the mirror. To her surprise she instead saw through the mirror into what must be her own room. Her own clobber was gone and on her bed an unknown nude girl lay masturbating.

"The next victim,"Mia thought and this was her last thought before everything went shameful. The last thing she saw was the girls disarray as she thought that she had heard soul calling out to her.

The End