The Mirror Took Me

I inherited an old house deep in the woods from a relative I barely knew. Everyone warned

me not to go inside alone at night... but I didn't listen. The place was abandoned for decades—dusty

furniture, creaky floors, and walls covered in cobwebs. I explored room

by room until I found an antique mirror in the attic. It was beautiful... but something felt

off. My reflection looked... tired. Older than I was. That night,

I couldn't sleep. I went back to the mirror and stared into it. My reflection smiled...

but I wasn't smiling. I stepped closer, heart pounding. The reflection reached out...

and whispered my name. Terrified, I smashed the mirror and ran downstairs.