Video - en: "Echoes of the Haunted Mirror

An eerie silence enveloped the dilapidated mansion as Lydia stepped inside, dust swirling like specters. The air was thick with decay, a rancid breath whispering secrets of the house's past. Her flashlight flickered, casting grotesque shadows that danced along the peeling wallpaper. As she reached the grand staircase, a chilling draft swept through, carrying the scent of mildew and despair. Suddenly, a door creaked open upstairs. Heart pounding, Lydia ascended, each step echoing her impending doom. At the top, she froze. A mirror reflected her—only her smile twisted grotesquely, a cruel mockery. Behind her, the reflection’s eyes blinked.