Sarah was left alone at her grandmother’s old home in the middle of the countryside one late evening. The home was eerily mysterious, with worn wallpaper, creaky flooring, and a persistent feeling that somebody was observing her. She was never one for visits, but this time it was different since she had to spend the night.
Sarah heard a tiny murmur on the wind that was hardly discernible as midnight approached. “Sarah.” Her heart pounded. Thinking it must be her imagination, she froze. However, it reappeared, this time more clearly. “Sarah, please get closer.”
Her gaze swept throughout the poorly lit space, finally settling on the antique mirror situated in the corner. There was a ripple in the surface, like something was moving under it. Her arms prickled with goosebumps, and she felt chilly.
She retreated in fear, but the creature persisted in crawling out and dragging its limbs in her direction. The murmurs became deeper and darker. “You’ve been here too long. You are now ours.
Sarah attempted to flee, but the door closed by itself. After a brief flicker, the lights entirely went out. The sound of labored breathing, only inches from her ear, was the last thing she heard.
The home was empty the following morning, save for the mirror, which still had rippling on its surface. Sarah vanished from view.
