With a grin on her face nineteen yr old Mia Nordberg pushed the threshold open. With some difficultness she managed to draw her three traveling bag inside and the threshold closed. The hall was not very tender but it was still a good deal effective that the low temperature autumn weather outside. The construction was finis to a hundred years old but deliberate restoration had kept it in perfect condition. Mia studied the old fashioned ornaments on the pillar of hallway until her gaze fell on the circuit board just inside the threshold.

At the single apartment at the third floor she read the name Lisa Larsson."Seems they have not had sentence to slay the old epithet,"Mia thought as she felt some discomfort.

It was a blessing that she could affect to this apartment instead of living with her aunt but the way the apartment became empty was not pleasant. At first-class honours degree the good morning theme had only included a diminished poster that 22 age old Lisa Larsson had gone missing. The police had treated it as an average disappearance until a journalist found Lisa 's journal in a public codswallop 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 newspapers saw the possibility for selling extra transcript and started investigating what Lisa had done the last hours before her disappearance.

In truth the newsman did n't retrieve much evidence, but there was enough to spin out a tale about a intimate scandal. The last evening Lisa had been out dancing on a nearby pub. A numeral of people had remembered Lisa because how flirtatious she had acted when she literally started to make out with some male on the saltation level. Late in the night she had left followed by a two unknown men she attracted during the dance.

The constabulary continued the probe and finally concluded that it sounded likely Lisa had been abducted on her way home, but the search had so far sprain unsuccesful. Mia had only been following the events with minor interests 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."auntie Helen would not have been able-bodied to fit herself with all the traveling bag with her,"Mia thought and imagined her auntie trying to pinch her round body into the elevator.

auntie 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 dead body and had found the unremitting bickering about her not eating too much a material bother. It was a great relief to get a space of her own.

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

"The elevator was designed for four floor but the family got only three,"Mia thought and pressed the mightily 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 theater was a bit unusual since the elevator and stair were in different parts of the edifice. Thus there were no hall in presence of the door. The room access to the apartment could only be opened when the elevator was in place. 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 doorway and stepped directly into her new apartment.

Just like Lisa had done Mia rented the flat with furniture and she was thus very funny when entered. Gunnar Westerlund, the detergent builder of the sign of the zodiac, had in his net will stated that the small flat should be rented out to scholarly person of the university and thus a grounding kept the apartment furnished and fix for educatee.

Mia 's mental picture when she saw the furniture was a bit mixed. Surely the old fashion pieces fit with churl dash of the theatre but it did not make it did not puddle the flat feeling cosy.

The apartment had only a pocket-sized kitchen, a privy and a bedroom but it was surely a bargain at the low snag cost. Mia pulled her suitcases into the bedroom and placed them on the bed. Except from the closet and the bed the only furniture in room was a huge mirror that filled nigh of the wall. The hale room could be seen in the mirror and it did thus make the elbow room feel 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 plate in apartment it did n't feel so weird.

"After all I will do the study at the catholicity and mostly sopor and eat here,"Mia thought as she entered the chamber. She stopped in front of the large mirror and did a tiresome turn.

Mia like many others always did pipe dream of becoming a simulation but she was a hard-nosed girl that realized that the chances for that were lose weight. She was magniloquent and reduce but her haircloth did n't really cut the patsy. It was in a overnice blond color but curled up too much. Without tying it up or using a derisory sum of hairspray her hair would stand out in all directions. Mia also had to admit that her breasts looked a bit small-scale. It was slightly unfair since she used a size b-holder but combined with how tall she was her bosom did expect small.

As Mia looked at her imagination in the mirror she felt a rush of inflammation. Normally you only encountered full length mirrors in memory and there you could never really relax. It was great to have such a mirror in her bedroom. She slowly went back and forward like she had been doing some manikin job. It was quite fun but her wearing apparel seemed much to mundane to beseem her phantasy. She paused and thought for a few seconds and then started to remove her dress. She knew that she and her mother had not packed any daring clothes since she was going away to canvass but in only her lingerie with scores of skin exposed it would still look slightly erotic.

With a smile she repeated the retard walk forward and back. Her Caucasian cotton underwear looked very nice together with her sun tanned consistence. Mia tried to move a bit more titillating and was very pleased with the termination. If the boy looking at her physical structure ideate vision as this one she could empathize that they were looking.

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

She made the bed with her bed linen paper and a twosome 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 sleep her imagination kept returning to practicing in figurehead of the mirror.

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

* * *

Mia felt great when she came awake the side by side morning. She had slept only in a bloodless nightgown and when she got up she could not resist dropping the gown. She stood totally nude in front man of the mirror and covered her private contribution with only her hand.

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

It was nothing she normally did. She was a virgin and had never really felt the urge to do more than than analyze how she looked down there. Still she had to accommodate that her double in the mirror looked even more titillating when she did this.

"I will late for class if I do n't take off 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 clitoris 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 backpack she also had a shopping bag filled with clothes. It had felt very weird to buy such lingerie and dress but she could barely stand waiting to try them in front of the mirror. The fact that she had used most of her spare John Cash for the month was a likely problem, but she felt it was Worth it.

When she came inside the rushed to bathroom and changed her apparel. She wanted to see the combined impression the new clothes would give as soon as potential.

With anxious dance step she entered her sleeping accommodation.

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

A magnanimous smile filled her facial expression as she saw herself in the mirror. She had a red miniskirt and a Negro top and it did just channel the image she had intended.

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

She liked the aphrodisiac image she could see in the mirror as her script rested on her hips but she had not the accomplishment to really dance. She had never been interested in such things.

She felt joy over the advance her dress did to her appearing, but then she reluctantly looked towards her back pack filled with books 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 save that for later,"she thought and started to practice in front of mirror.

She let her hands slide over body 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 black exterior. After eating she could not get her nightdress and she decided to sleep in her underwear.

* * *

The next morning Mia slowly woke up. In her nap she had kicked the bed cover of and thus the first she saw when she woke up was her semi nude 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 mannerism she had done yesterday dayspring and decided to do some posing.

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

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

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

"I wonder what the big deal about masturbation is,"she thought. Her body was filled with tinglings and she continued her slow detrition. As her digit passed over her slit she noticed that it had become slightly moist.

"Is this how sexual excitement smell ?"Mia wondered and moaned. Her solid body trembled as her inexperienced fingers played with her common soldier parts. Suddenly Mia thought that she heard someone crying out something and sat up with start expression on her face. She had no musical theme what the vocalisation 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 apparel and picked up her backpack 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 unfounded. 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 early beautiful woman had all the attention from the males.

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

Finally the day was over and Mia hurried back dwelling house. When she came to the elevator she for once remembered to push the decent button and elevator started it 's slow climb. When Mia came inside she did n't even think about reading her account book, instead she rushed inside to shift clothes and a few moments later she was standing in front of the mirror.

All the headache 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 saltation was growing more and more erotic. Her mitt would slue over her hips and seductively displume her skirt up. She throw kiss towards the mirror and giggled in joy as she saw how lots her skill had improved.

"I bet no boy could reject me,"she thought and this made her sex thrill with expectation.

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

"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 insensate autumn weather.

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

"sentence to record the guy how erotic a woman can be,"Mia thought and danced forward with a smiling on her lips. It was a shame that she bought such a lowly skirt, why had she not got one that made it more easy to blink her underclothing ?

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

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

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

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

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

She entered the minor elevator and pushed the top push button. As the elevator climbed upwards she closed her eyes and tried to tranquilize down.

"Something weird is going on, why else would a shy mortal like me doing the same affair as Lisa did,"she thought.

The elevator came to an stop and Mia opened her oculus. It was dainty 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 threshold was ajar.

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

It took a couple of seconds for Mia to show 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 girls and the clothes hanging there was not hers. With a red grimace Mia turned back towards the elevator and pushed the clitoris for floor three. Nothing happened, confused she looked around but then recalled that the room access to the apartment must be closed if the elevator should move. She closed the room access but elevator would still not move.

"postponement a second, how could the lift get here in the first shoes if this threshold was ajar ?"she wondered. She tried a span of Thomas More sentence but the lift would not move and thus there were no option but the enter the apartment again. She looked into the kitchen but except the cadaver from somebody 's breakfast it was empty. She knocked on the door to the bedroom but there were no answer.

She pushed the door subject but found it discharge. In fact the flat was sparingly furnished. Only the large wall mirror and a electric chair was standing there. The chairperson captured her attention since somebody had attached a huge dildo at the nub of it. Mia stared in disbelief at the huge dildo, it was almost as all-encompassing as her arm. She could not trust that a girl could take away such monster inside her.

As she looked on the rest of the room she felt the comrade tingling when she looked at the mirror, how aphrodisiac she would look like in front 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 picture on the wall behind her. All the girls on the pictures was doing the Same affair. They were sitting on the death chair with the dildo buried inside their wet folds. With fascination Mia studied the spirit of incredible lust that could be seen in their faces. Suddenly she felt dread as she recognized the eleventh picture show from the newspaper publisher, it was without dubiousness twenty year old Lisa Larson that had gone missing a few week ago.

"I must get out of her as soon as possible, I do n't wish this shoes,"Mia thought with apprehension in her heart and returned to the elevator. She did n't get surprised when the lift still refused to move but suppressed her fear as looked for another exit.

She felt a strong urge to go and recitation 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 flavourless bulwark. She walked through the apartment looking for some option she had missed at the Lapp time as she without any conscious determination started to rub her breasts.

"Perhaps it is possible to climb down on the outside of the menage,"she thought and walked to the open sleeping accommodation window.

As she looked outside she noticed with surprise that not a unmarried sign of the fall could be seen. It looked like it was in the midriff of the summer. Mia looked down and cried out in veneration. Halfway down to the ground an physical structure hung in the air suspended by null. It was an man clothed in old forge clothes. His face was frozen in incredible concentration as his hired 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 fingers moving to polish off her clothes. With a cryptic sigh Mia managed to break loose and she ran out into the kitchen. Away from the mirror the longing was easier to palm. She looked around the kitchen and noticed a lowly notepad on the dinner party 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 amiss release and the elevator moved to quarter floor but there are only three level in this building, '' she read. The text continued but was turning to a greater extent and more than to be only be about sentiment 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 late girl me made it out. The longing to do muddied things in front line of the mirror is driving me nuts. I think that I must jib or else something bad will happen. I will be correct back, must take a bit facial expression at that big dildo. '' There were no more entry 's with the same handwriting.

Mia continued to wrench pages but there was just random thoughts from confused female child. In the tenth handwriting she again found some matter to data. `` It seems I am the tenth part victim of this magic gob. I have never believed in such things as magic but the evidences are impossible to brush off. When you look down from the bedroom window you can see a man hanging frozen in the air. Is the real snare that you should use the dildo in the bedroom or is that you try to go up down past times that man. He is hanging so close to edifice that you need to adjoin 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 hold out entry. `` I am sure now. The sneak I thought was following me is not a living being. This unit building is intended to trap little girl like us. I do n't cognise about the understanding but I intend to encounter out before I loose my willpower. ``

"The final one writing must be Lisa Larson. Her journal talked about being afraid of a stalker,"Mia thought and picked the pencil up to write herself. She thought about dropping a note from the window or shouting for assistant but it sounded unlikely that it would do any good. All the worldly concern exterior was frozen except herself.

"If the mirror or elevator brought me her it should be able to bring me back. I just need to visualize out how they work,"she thought but it was growing harder and unvoiced to believe. Her step-in had become tight and all opinion 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 wank in movement 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 chamber.

With hurry she dropped her apparel and looked at her tall nude body in the mirror. Without hesitating she started to meet with herself. She trembled as her fingers played with herself. She was so moist that it was dripping down her long legs. It felt artificial as she saw herself masturbating without abandon. She was panting with excitement now but she was still not there yet. A couple of finger was inside her trusting but even while it felt great they did n't do more than bring her to the edge.

"I need Sir Thomas More arousal !"the opinion as she trembled with lustfulness.

"Perhaps it is prolonged used of the dildo that is dangerous,"she thought and this opinion was enough to progress to her walk to the president. Without any literal vacillation she guided the mammoth dildo inside her. She felt it rip through her virginity at the Saame time as she screamed in sexual excitement. Her hale body trembled as feeling of acute lust ripped through her being. She opened her eyes 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 quantity nude person girl lay masturbating.

"The next victim,"Mia thought and this was her net thought before everything went black. The cobbler's last thing she saw was the female child confusion as she thought that she had heard somebody calling out to her.

The End