Video - en: "Reflections of Terror: The Attic's Secret

As midnight thunder cracked, Elara whispered to the old mirror in the attic, its surface clouded by time. Her reflection grinned back, eyes dark like endless pits. It moved without her, reaching through glass, fingers curling into the room. Panic surged, but the attic door slammed shut, trapping her. The air grew heavy; the reflection's laughter echoed, a sinister symphony. Shadows writhed on the walls, forming grotesque faces, their whispers suffocating. Elara clawed at the mirror's frame, but the reflection's hand locked around her wrist, pulling her into its world. The attic lay silent, her screams only a fading memory.