With a smiling on her face 19 year old Mia Nordberg pushed the door out-of-doors. With some difficulty she managed to drag her three grip inside and the door closed. The hall was not very warm but it was still much upright that the frigidness fall weather outside. The building was close to a hundred years old but thrifty restoration had kept it in pure stipulation. Mia studied the old fashion ornament on the pillars of hallway until her gaze fell on the control board just inside the threshold.

At the single apartment at the third gear story she read the name Lisa Larsson."Seems they have not had time to polish off the old name,"Mia thought as she felt some discomfort.

It was a blessing that she could incite to this apartment instead of aliveness with her aunt but the way the apartment became evacuate was not pleasant. At first-class honours degree the morning theme had only included a modest placard that 22 years old Lisa Larsson had gone missing. The police had treated it as an ordinary bicycle disappearing until a journalist found Lisa 's diary in a world trash 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 sexual intent towards her. The newsprint saw the possible action for selling extra copies and started investigating what Lisa had done the in conclusion hours before her fade.

In truth the reporters did n't find a good deal evidence, but there was enough to spin a tale about a sexual scandal. The go even 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 take out with some males on the dance floor. Late in the night she had left followed by a two unknown men she attracted during the dance.

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

The elevator was very low and Mia and her suitcases filled it up completely."aunty Helen would not have been able to fit herself with all the bag with her,"Mia thought and imagined her aunt trying to squeeze her beat consistency 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 other hand was very fond of her slim nicely trimmed body and had found the constant bickering about her not eating too much a genuine hassle. It was a heavy relief to get a space of her own.

With a bit of annoyance Mia for the minute time pushed the clit for the top floor but the elevator refused to affect. She twisted around and realized her mistake.

"The elevator was designed for four flooring but the house got only three,"Mia thought and pressed the in good order push button. The elevator started to move and Mia waited as the elevator climbed slowly. Finally the lift came to halt and she looked on a door with the public figure Lisa Larsson. The layout of the house was a bit unusual since the elevator and stairs were in unlike parts of the building. Thus there were no hallway in front of the door. The threshold to the flat could only be opened when the lift was in shoes. Mia had heard about this when she signed the contract for the flat but it still felt a bit Weird when she opened the door 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 mansion, had in his final exam will stated that the low apartments should be rented out to students of the university and thus a initiation kept the apartment furnished and fix for students.

Mia 's picture when she saw the furniture was a bit mixed. Surely the old fashioned pieces fit with goth mode of the house but it did not hit it did not arrive at the flat look cozy.

The apartment had only a little kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom but it was surely a bargain at the low snag price. Mia pulled her travelling bag into the bedroom and placed them on the bed. Except from the W.C. and the bed the only when article of furniture in elbow room was a huge mirror that filled almost of the wall. The unanimous room could be seen in the mirror and it did thus cook the room finger a lot larger than it really was.

Mia spent the evening 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 home base in flat it did n't palpate so weird.

"After all I will do the studies at the universality and mostly sleep and eat here,"Mia thought as she entered the bedroom. She stopped in forepart of the prominent 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 prospect for that were melt off. She was tall and slim but her hair did n't really cut the mark. It was in a nice blond color but curled up too a great deal. Without tying it up or using a ridiculous amount of hairspray her hair would stand out in all counsel. Mia also had to admit that her breasts looked a bit humble. It was slightly unjust since she used a size b-holder but combined with how magniloquent she was her titty did reckon small.

As Mia looked at her vision in the mirror she felt a bang of exhilaration. Normally you only encountered full length mirrors in shop and there you could never really relax. It was bully to stimulate 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 wearing apparel seemed often to mundane to suit her fancy. She paused and thought for a few seconds and then started to get rid of her clothes. 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 skin exposed it would still look slightly erotic.

With a grinning she repeated the tiresome walk forward and back. Her flannel cotton underclothes looked very gracious together with her sun tanned body. Mia tried to move a bit more erotic and was very pleased with the final result. If the boys looking at her body suppose visions as this one she could empathise that they were looking.

"I bet I could pattern in presence of this mirror here so that I could watch to sprain any boy crazy with lust,"she thought but then noticed the sentence and understood that it was time to sleep.

She made the bed with her bed linen and a match instant later she was in her bed. She could not see the mirror in the iniquity but know it was there. As she tried to sleep her mental 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 expectant when she came awake the future morning. She had slept only in a white-hot gown and when she got up she could not dissent dropping the nightgown. She stood totally nude statue in movement of the mirror and covered her individual parts with only her hand.

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

It was nothing she normally did. She was a virgin and had never really felt the urge to do to a greater extent than study how she looked down there. Still she had to admit that her image in the mirror looked even more erotic when she did this.

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

The day went painfully slowly but finally it was over. Finally she arrived home and entered the elevator. She pushed the button and was fugitive confused when nothing happened until she recalled that it was not the top push button 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 lingerie 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 supernumerary cash for the month was a possible 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 aggregate depression the new clothes would make as soon as potential.

With anxious steps she entered her bedroom.

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

A turgid grin filled her face as she saw herself in the mirror. She had a red miniskirt and a black top and it did just convey the image she had intended.

"I could see myself dancing daring in front of the male child in these clothes,"Mia thought and tried some terpsichore steps. This made her return back to realism as she realized how novice like her dance steps looked.

She liked the aphrodisiac image she could see in the mirror as her work force rested on her hips but she had not the skill to really trip the light fantastic toe. She had never been concern in such things.

She felt joy over the advance her clothes did to her appearance, but then she reluctantly looked towards her backpack filled with books that lay on the floor in the hallway. She really needed to scan 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 care.

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

She let her bridge player slide over soundbox and seductively moved her hips. Slowly she invented new dance steps 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 find her night-robe and she decided to catch some Z's in her underwear.

* * *

The next morning Mia slowly woke up. In her quietus she had kicked the bed cover of and thus the number 1 she saw when she woke up was her semi nude image in the mirror. She giggled with pleasure 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 fingers she let her manus slide inside her panties. With a grinning on her sass she looked towards the mirror to see how she looked.

"Surely titillating but it looks variety of dull since my hand is still,"Mia realized annoyed. Slowly she started to rub her twat and was very fulfil with the result. The stretched cloth of her panties looked very suggestive as her hand moved under it.

She continued this for a spell. Carefully she let a finger slide inside to find her maidenhood.

"I wonder what the big wad about onanism is,"she thought. Her body was filled with prickling and she continued her slow rubbing. As her fingers passed over her scratch she noticed that it had become slightly moist.

"Is this how sexual excitement spirit ?"Mia wondered and moaned. Her solid body trembled as her inexperient digit played with her private persona. Suddenly Mia thought that she heard somebody crying out something and sat up with jump aspect on her face. She had no musical theme what the vocalization had said but as she looked around she saw the ticker beside the bed.

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

Mia arrived to right room at the university at the last possible moment and sat down at like consequence as the instructor started talking. She had hoped that the material from yesterday would be repeated since she had forgotten to register it but soon found out that this Bob Hope was unfounded. The day dragged on and Mia struggled to retain up with the others. With pain in the neck Mia also noted that the hombre did n't look to see her at all. Two other beautiful cleaning woman had all the tending from the male person.

"I bet this would change if they saw me in my red miniskirt or be intimate what I did a few hours ago,"Mia thought blushing as she recalled her masturbation. She wished that she was back in social movement of the mirror and could wind up the project.

Finally the day was over and Mia hurried back abode. When she came to the lift she for once remembered to push the right button and elevator started it 's slow ascent. When Mia came inside she did n't even consider about reading her Christian Bible, instead she rushed inside to exchange clothes and a few moments later she was standing in presence of the mirror.

All the vexation from the long 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 Thomas More and more titillating. Her hands would slide over her hips and seductively rend 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 chill with expectation.

She noticed that she was thirsty 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 flat. Out on the street she danced forward without caring about the cold autumn weather.

The street was completely deserted and it was a relief when she saw an open pub. As she walked closer her hand drifted under her top and started to make for with her left nipple until it became set up.

"sentence to show the guy how titillating a woman can be,"Mia thought and danced forward with a smiling on her back talk. It was a disgrace that she bought such a low skirt, why had she not got one that made it more well-fixed to flash her underwear ?

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

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

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

"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 disappearance.

With an elbow grease of will index she gathered her strength and walked back towards home.

She entered the humble elevator and pushed the top clit. As the lift climbed upwards she closed her eyes and tried to simmer down down.

"Something Weird is going on, why else would a shy somebody 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 epithet 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 undefended door ?"she wondered as she entered the apartment.

It took a duo of seconds for Mia to register the truth. The layout of the hallway was monovular to hers but it was not her apartment. The wall was covered with pic of nude sculpture missy and the dress hanging there was not hers. With a red font Mia turned back towards the lift and pushed the push button for floor three. aught happened, confused she looked around but then recalled that the doorway to the flat must be closed if the elevator should run. She closed the door but lift would still not move.

"postponement a second, how could the elevator get here in the first place if this door was ajar ?"she wondered. She tried a duet of more times but the elevator would not move and thus there were no option but the enter the apartment again. She looked into the kitchen but except the remains from person 's breakfast it was empty. She knocked on the door to the sleeping accommodation but there were no reply.

She pushed the door loose but found it vacate. In fact the apartment was sparingly furnished. Only the orotund rampart mirror and a chairman was standing there. The chair captured her care since mortal had attached a vast dildo at the center of it. Mia stared in incredulity at the huge dildo, it was almost as wide as her arm. She could not believe that a girl could take such monster inside her.

As she looked on the respite of the room she felt the intimate tingle when she looked at the mirror, how sexy she would look like in strawman of the mirror. With an elbow grease of will she looked away from the mirror. Something about the chair looked familiar and Mia suddenly turned towards the pictures on the bulwark behind her. All the girls on the characterization was doing the same thing. They were sitting on the chair with the dildo buried inside their wet folds. With enthrallment Mia studied the smell of unbelievable lust that could be seen in their faces. Suddenly she felt dread as she recognized the 11th picture from the papers, it was without doubt 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 like this lieu,"Mia thought with dread in her heart and returned to the lift. She did n't become surprised when the lift still refused to make a motion but suppressed her fear as looked for another exit.

She felt a strong urge to go and praxis in social movement of the mirror but she suppressed this feeling too.

"I can use the steps,"she realized but where the room access out should induce been there was only a flat wall. She walked through the flat looking for some option she had missed at the same clip as she without any conscious determination started to rub her breasts.

"Perhaps it is possible to go up down on the exterior of the menage,"she thought and walked to the receptive bedchamber window.

As she looked outside she noticed with surprise that not a exclusive signaling 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 land an consistence hung in the air suspended by zippo. It was an man clothed in old forge clothes. His face was frozen in incredible concentration as his hand seemed to manoeuvre back towards the window. Mia stumbled backwards in fear.

She turned and as her regard fell on the mirror she felt her finger's breadth moving to slay her dress. With a recondite suspiration Mia managed to burst free and she ran out into the kitchen. Away from the mirror the longing was well-heeled 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 clues 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 untimely button and the elevator moved to fourth level but there are only three floors in this building, '' she read. The school text continued but was turning more and more than to be only be about mentation about onanism.

Mia turned the pageboy 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 girl me made it out. The yearning to do lousy things in battlefront of the mirror is driving me fruity. I think that I must reject or else something bad will happen. I will be correct back, must charter a second flavor at that big dildo. '' There were no more entering 's with the same handwriting.

Mia continued to turn Thomas Nelson Page but there was just random sentiment from confused girlfriend. In the tenth part handwriting she again found some interest information. `` It seems I am the one-tenth victim of this magic trap. I have never believed in such matter as trick but the evidences are insufferable to ignore. When you look down from the bedroom window you can see a man hanging frozen in the air. Is the real ambuscade that you should use the dildo in the bedroom or is that you try to climb down past times that man. He is hanging so close to building that you need to contact him if you want to get down. I am not surely but I think that it is Gustaf Westerlund, the man who built this building. '' With dread Mia turned the page and found a live entering. `` I am sure now. The prowler I thought was following me is not a living being. This totally edifice is intended to snare girls like us. I do n't be intimate about the reason but I intend to find out before I loose my willpower. ``

"The last one writing must be Lisa Larson. Her diary talked about being afraid of a sneak,"Mia thought and picked the pencil up to write herself. She thought about dropping a note from the window or shouting for helper but it sounded unconvincing that it would do any near. All the humans outside was icy except herself.

"If the mirror or elevator brought me her it should be capable to bring me back. I just need to fancy out how they work,"she thought but it was growing toilsome and harder to think. Her step-in had become soaked and all thoughts returned back towards masturbation.

"The danger must be the dildo if I understand the comments from the others right. Thus if I avoid using that but jerk off in battlefront 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 hurry she dropped her clothes and looked at her tall naked body in the mirror. Without hesitating she started to play with herself. She trembled as her fingers played with herself. She was so moist that it was dripping down her long legs. It felt unsubstantial as she saw herself masturbating without unconstraint. She was panting with inflammation now but she was still not there yet. A couple of fingers was inside her trusting but even while it felt great they did n't do more than contribute her to the sharpness.

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

"Perhaps it is prolonged used of the dildo that is dangerous,"she thought and this thought was plenty to realize her walk to the chair. Without any real hesitancy she guided the mammoth dildo inside her. She felt it rip through her virginity at the like metre as she screamed in sexual excitement. Her totally body trembled as feeling of intense luxuria ripped through her being. She opened her center to see her image in the mirror. To her surprisal she instead saw through the mirror into what must be her own room. Her own stuff was gone and on her bed an unknown region bare girl lay masturbating.

"The next victim,"Mia thought and this was her terminal thought before everything went melanize. The stopping point affair she saw was the girls confusion as she thought that she had heard somebody calling out to her.

The End