The Whispering Shadows

It was a stormy night when Emily arrived at the old manor. The door creaked

open, and the air was thick with the smell of decay. As she stepped inside,

she heard it—a whisper. "Emily... Emily..." Frozen, she followed the

sound upstairs. The shadows seemed to move on their own, stretching toward

her. At the end of the hall, a door stood ajar. Inside was an old

mirror, its surface cracked and foggy. When Emily reached out to touch it,

a cold gust of wind rushed past her. Suddenly, a shadow surged from the glass,

wrapping around her. She screamed, but no sound came. The world twisted.