Video - Reflections of the Damned

In the attic of her ancestral home, Isla discovered an old mirror veiled in dust, its surface swirling like a stormy sea. A chill crept up her spine as she wiped it clean, revealing a face not her own—a gaunt, hollow-eyed visage grinning back. The room darkened, shadows stretching, crawling towards her like hungry specters. The air grew heavy, suffocating, whispers of a forgotten curse echoing in her ears. Her reflection reached out, fingers breaching the glass, pulling her into a world of endless night. Isla's screams faded as the mirror settled into stillness, awaiting its next prey.