Video - Reflections of Terror: Captured by the Mirror

In the heart of a crumbling mansion, the antique mirror stood shrouded in dust. Amelia, drawn to its glimmer, wiped the surface, revealing a reflection not her own. The figure smiled, blood-stained teeth gleaming under hollow eyes. Cold fingers gripped her throat as the glass rippled like water, pulling her in. She clawed at the air, heart pounding, as the room shrank into a pinprick of light. On the other side, the figure stepped out, wearing Amelia’s face, her voice echoing a silent scream. The mirror resumed its dusty silence, holding its new captive within the glass forever.