Video - en: "Reflections of Terror: The Midnight Trap

The old grandfather clock struck midnight, its chimes echoing through the deserted mansion. Eleanor's footsteps faltered on the dusty floorboards as shadows stretched and twisted around her. The air grew colder, seeping into her bones. She shivered, eyes drawn to the ornate mirror in the corner, its surface rippling like disturbed water. Her reflection smirked back, eyes gleaming with malice. Panic surged through her as her mirrored self stepped forward, reaching out. Eleanor stumbled back, but it was too late—the glass melted away, pulling her in with a silent scream. The room stood empty, save for the ticking clock.