The Mysterious room

No one remembered when the door first appeared. It stood at the end of the old corridor,

where the lights always flickered and the air felt colder than the rest of the house.

The door was plain—no lock, no handle—yet it was always closed. Arjun noticed it

one evening while exploring the abandoned mansion on the hill. The villagers warned him to stay away,

whispering that the house listened, that it remembered. Curious and fearless, he reached out.

The door opened on its own. Inside was a single room, empty except for

a tall mirror in the center. The walls seemed to breathe, shifting like shadows

at dusk. When Arjun stepped closer, the mirror did not show his reflection.