With a smile on her typeface nineteen twelvemonth old Mia Nordberg pushed the door open. With some difficultness she managed to sweep up her three suitcases inside and the door closed. The hallway was not very fond but it was still practically better that the cold autumn weather outside. The edifice was shut down to a hundred class old but measured restoration had kept it in stark condition. Mia studied the old fashioned ornaments on the pillars of hallway until her gaze fell on the board just inside the door.

At the single flat at the tertiary base she read the public figure Lisa Larsson."Seems they have not had clock time to remove the old epithet,"Mia thought as she felt some discomfort.

It was a boon that she could actuate to this apartment instead of living with her aunt but the way the apartment became hollow was not pleasant. At first the morning time newspaper publisher had only included a small poster that 22 years old Lisa Larsson had gone missing. The police force had treated it as an ordinary bicycle disappearance until a diarist found Lisa 's journal in a public glass can.

The diary described how Lisa Larsson had been afraid of a sneak. No deion was given about who but Lisa wrote repeatedly that she thought that the stalker had sexual intents towards her. The newspaper saw the possibility for selling supererogatory transcript and started investigating what Lisa had done the last hours before her disappearing.

In truth the reporters did n't find much evidence, but there was enough to spin a tarradiddle about a intimate outrage. The endure evening Lisa had been out dancing on a nearby pub. A number of people had remembered Lisa because how flirtatious she had acted when she literally started to make out with some males on the dancing floor. Late in the Night she had left followed by a two unnamed men she attracted during the dance.

The police continued the probe and finally concluded that it sounded probable Lisa had been abducted on her way home, but the lookup had so far turned unsuccesful. Mia had only been following the events with kid interests but when she was offered Lisa apartment she had recalled what she had read.

The elevator was very small and Mia and her grip filled it up completely."aunty Helen would not let been able to fit herself with all the traveling bag with her,"Mia thought and imagined her aunt trying to squeeze her round body into the elevator.

auntie Helen was very fond of cooking and had constantly been trying to make Mia eat more. Mia on the other hand was very fond of her slim nicely trimmed body and had found the constant quantity tiff about her not eating too much a very pain in the neck. It was a keen easing to get a place of her own.

With a bit of pain in the neck Mia for the second time pushed the button for the top floor but the lift refused to move. She twisted around and realized her misunderstanding.

"The elevator was designed for four floors but the menage got only three,"Mia thought and pressed the right push button. The elevator started to proceed and Mia waited as the elevator climbed slowly. Finally the elevator came to stop and she looked on a door with the name Lisa Larsson. The layout of the mansion was a bit unusual since the elevator and step were in dissimilar parts of the edifice. Thus there were no hall in presence of the door. The doors to the flat could only be opened when the lift was in spot. Mia had heard about this when she signed the contract bridge for the apartment but it still felt a bit eldritch when she opened the door and stepped directly into her new apartment.

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

Mia 's picture when she saw the furniture was a bit desegregate. Surely the old fashion pieces fit with barbarian style of the mansion but it did not make it did not make up the flat feeling cozy.

The flat had only a small kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom but it was surely a bargain at the low rent price. Mia pulled her suitcases into the bedroom and placed them on the bed. Except from the water closet and the bed the lonesome furniture in elbow room was a immense mirror that filled most of the wall. The entirely room could be seen in the mirror and it did thus make the room feel a lot gravid than it really was.

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

"After all I will do the discipline at the universality and mostly sleep and eat here,"Mia thought as she entered the sleeping accommodation. She stopped in front of the large mirror and did a slow tour.

Mia like many others always did pipe dream of becoming a model but she was a pragmatic girl that realized that the chance for that were slim. She was tall and slim but her hairsbreadth did n't really cut the mark. It was in a nice blond color but curled up too much. Without tying it up or using a ridiculous amount of money of hairspray her hair would stand out in all counseling. Mia also had to let in that her white meat looked a bit small-scale. It was slightly unjust since she used a size b-holder but combined with how tall she was her breasts did look small-scale.

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 slow down. It was great to ingest such a mirror in her sleeping room. She slowly went back and forward like she had been doing some theoretical account job. It was quite fun but her dress seemed much to mundane to beseem her fantasy. She paused and thought for a few seconds and then started to remove her clothes. She knew that she and her mother had not packed any daring clothes since she was going away to take but in only her lingerie with lots of cutis exposed it would still depend slightly erotic.

With a grin she repeated the slack walking forward and back. Her Edward White cotton underwear looked very gracious together with her sun tanned dead body. Mia tried to motivate a bit more titillating and was very please with the effect. If the boys looking at her body imagined visions as this one she could understand that they were looking.

"I bet I could practice in front end of this mirror here so that I could study to turn any boy looney with lustfulness,"she thought but then noticed the time and understood that it was clock time 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 imagination kept returning to practicing in straw man of the mirror.

"I will buy some more become clothes tomorrow,"Mia decided before she fell asleep.

* * *

Mia felt slap-up when she came awake the succeeding dawn. She had slept only in a white nightgown and when she got up she could not resist dropping the nightgown. She stood totally nude sculpture in front of the mirror and covered her private percentage with only her handwriting.

"Mirror, mirror on the bulwark am I not the most sexy adolescent you ever have seen ?"Mia thought and pretended to be rubbing her twat.

It was cypher she normally did. She was a Virgin and had never really felt the urge to do Thomas More than examine how she looked down there. Still she had to admit that her range of a function in the mirror looked even more titillating when she did this.

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

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

Besides from her packsack she also had a shopping bag filled with clothes. It had felt very weird to buy such lingerie and apparel but she could barely remain firm waiting to try them in presence of the mirror. The fact that she had used virtually of her spare John Cash for the month was a electric 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 apparel would fix as soon as possible.

With anxious steps she entered her chamber.

"Will the mirror like my visual aspect,"she wondered and then dismissed the giddy approximation,"How could an mirror have view ?"

A turgid smile filled her aspect as she saw herself in the mirror. She had a red miniskirt and a Black top and it did just transmit the figure she had intended.

"I could picture myself dancing daring in front of the son in these dress,"Mia thought and tried some dance gradation. This made her return back to world as she realized how novice like her dance footstep looked.

She liked the sexy image she could see in the mirror as her hired man rested on her hips but she had not the skill to really trip the light fantastic. She had never been interested in such things.

She felt joy over the improvement her clothes did to her visual aspect, but then she reluctantly looked towards her knapsack filled with Book that lay on the floor 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 home and thus she had not been paying attention.

"I can bring through that for later,"she thought and started to practice in forepart of mirror.

She let her hands slide over consistence and seductively moved her hips. Slowly she invented new dance stairs 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 come up her nightie and she decided to sleep in her underwear.

* * *

The next morning Mia slowly woke up. In her sleep she had kicked the bed covering fire of and thus the number one she saw when she woke up was her semi nude painting mental image in the mirror. She giggled with joy 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 morning and decided to do some sitting.

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

"Surely titillating but it looks kind of dull since my handwriting is still,"Mia realized annoyed. Slowly she started to rub her puss and was very satisfied with the result. The debase fabric of her scanty looked very significative as her hand moved under it.

She continued this for a while. Carefully she let a finger slide inside to feel her maidhood.

"I wonder what the big deal about onanism is,"she thought. Her consistency was filled with tinglings and she continued her dense friction. As her fingerbreadth passed over her slit she noticed that it had become slightly moist.

"Is this how sexual fervor feeling ?"Mia wondered and moaned. Her whole body trembled as her inexperienced digit played with her private parts. Suddenly Mia thought that she heard somebody crying out something and sat up with startle reflexion on her case. She had no mind what the representative had said but as she looked around she saw the watch 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 haversack and ran.

Mia arrived to right room at the university at the last possible moment 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 Hope was unwarranted. The day dragged on and Mia struggled to keep back up with the others. With annoyance Mia also noted that the guys did n't seem to see her at all. Two former beautiful woman had all the attention from the Male.

"I bet this would shift if they saw me in my red miniskirt or knew what I did a few hours ago,"Mia thought blushing as she recalled her masturbation. She wished that she was back in front 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 right button and elevator started it 's slow climbing. When Mia came inside she did n't even think about reading her books, instead she rushed inside to shift wearing apparel and a few import later she was standing in front of the mirror.

All the concern from the long day melted away as she practiced to dance. If there had been a watcher both solar day he would have noticed that Mia dance was growing more and more erotic. Her manpower would slide over her hips and seductively pull her wench up. She throw candy kiss towards the mirror and giggled in joy as she saw how a lot her skill had improved.

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

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

"I need to get out and to see if all my exercise 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 frigidity autumn weather.

The street was completely deserted and it was a backup man when she saw an overt pub. As she walked closer her hired hand drifted under her top and started to trifle with her left nipple until it became vertical.

"Time to prove the guy how erotic a adult female can be,"Mia thought and danced forward with a smile on her lips. It was a disgrace that she bought such a modest doll, why had she not got one that made it more easy to shoot her underclothes ?

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

"I have never been take heed before, and that is a skilful, would be sort of embarrassing if the guys knew me,"she thought.

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

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

With an effort of will major power she gathered her long suit and walked back towards home.

She entered the small lift and pushed the top button. As the elevator climbed upwards she closed her eyes and tried to tranquillize down.

"Something Weird is going on, why else would a shy person like me doing the same affair 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 name from the door, but weirdly they had not put any new name there. Mia frowned at this but then noticed this since the room access was ajar.

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

It took a couple of seconds for Mia to cross-file the Truth. The layout of the hall was superposable to hers but it was not her apartment. The wall was covered with photo of nude girl and the clothes hanging there was not hers. With a red aspect Mia turned back towards the elevator and pushed the push for base three. Nothing happened, confused she looked around but then recalled that the doorway to the apartments must be closed if the lift should go. She closed the door but lift would still not move.

"hold a second, how could the lift get here in the first post if this door was ajar ?"she wondered. She tried a couple of more sentence but the lift would not go and thus there were no option but the enter the apartment again. She looked into the kitchen but except the remains from individual 's breakfast it was empty. She knocked on the door to the bedroom but there were no response.

She pushed the door open but found it abandon. In fact the apartment was sparingly furnished. Only the gravid rampart mirror and a chair was standing there. The chair captured her attending since somebody had attached a huge dildo at the heart of it. Mia stared in disbelief at the vast dildo, it was almost as extensive as her arm. She could not believe that a fille could subscribe such fiend inside her.

As she looked on the rest of the room she felt the familiar spirit tingling when she looked at the mirror, how sexy she would look like in front man of the mirror. With an effort of will she looked away from the mirror. Something about the electric chair looked familiar and Mia suddenly turned towards the icon on the wall behind her. All the girls on the delineation was doing the same thing. They were sitting on the electric chair with the dildo buried inside their wet fold. With fascination Mia studied the tone of incredible lust that could be seen in their faces. Suddenly she felt dread as she recognized the eleventh moving-picture show from the papers, it was without doubt twenty year old Lisa Larson that had gone missing a few hebdomad ago.

"I must get out of her as soon as possible, I do n't like this place,"Mia thought with dread in her mettle and returned to the elevator. She did n't go surprised when the elevator still refused to move but suppressed her fear as looked for another release.

She felt a strong urge to go and practice in front man of the mirror but she suppressed this flavour too.

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

"Perhaps it is possible to wax down on the exterior of the house,"she thought and walked to the open bedroom window.

As she looked outside she noticed with surprise that not a single house of the fall could be seen. It looked like it was in the middle of the summer. Mia looked down and cried out in veneration. Halfway down to the earth an body hung in the air suspended by null. It was an man clothed in old fashioned wearing apparel. His fount was frozen in incredible assiduousness as his deal seemed to point back towards the window. Mia stumbled backwards in fear.

She turned and as her gaze fell on the mirror she felt her fingers moving to remove her wearing apparel. With a bass sigh Mia managed to break in release 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 small notepad on the dinner mesa. To get something to do she opened to see if there were any clue about what was going on. From the handwriting she guessed that the author must be a woman.

'' I am afraid. Something weird is going on. I pushed wrong push button and the elevator moved to fourthly floor but there are only three floors in this edifice, '' she read. The textbook continued but was turning more and more to be only be about persuasion about onanism.

Mia turned the page and found that there was a new soul writing. `` In some way I have become trapped here too. I do n't be intimate if the previous girl me made it out. The hungriness to do dirty thing in front man of the mirror is driving me nuts. I think that I must baulk or else something bad will bump. I will be compensate back, must take a second flavour at that big dildo. '' There were no more entry 's with the same handwriting.

Mia continued to become Thomas Nelson Page but there was just random thoughts from disjointed female child. In the ten percent handwriting she again found some interesting information. `` It seems I am the tenth victim of this magic trap. I have never believed in such things as magic but the evidence are impossible to ignore. 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 up down past that man. He is hanging so close to building that you need to contact 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 close entry. `` I am sure now. The stalker I thought was following me is not a living being. This whole construction is intended to trap young lady like us. I do n't know about the cause but I intend to determine out before I loose my willpower. ``

"The shoemaker's last one committal to writing must be Lisa Larson. Her diary talked about being afraid of a stalker,"Mia thought and picked the pencil up to indite herself. She thought about dropping a note from the window or shouting for service but it sounded unlikely that it would do any good. All the world exterior was frozen except herself.

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

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

With precipitation she dropped her clothes and looked at her tall bare dead body 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 legs. It felt insubstantial as she saw herself masturbating without abandon. She was panting with upheaval now but she was still not there yet. A couple of fingers was inside her trusting but even while it felt cracking they did n't do more than land her to the edge.

"I need Sir Thomas More input !"the thought as she trembled with lust.

"Perhaps it is prolonged used of the dildo that is dangerous,"she thought and this view was enough to lay down her base on balls to the electric chair. Without any real hesitation she guided the mammoth 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 luxuria ripped through her being. She opened her eyes 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 material was gone and on her bed an unnamed nude young lady lay masturbating.

"The adjacent victim,"Mia thought and this was her final stage sentiment before everything went fateful. The finally thing she saw was the girls confusion as she thought that she had heard somebody calling out to her.

The End