The wind
howled outside
the old
farmhouse.
Inside, Sarah
slowly
descended the
creaking
stairs,
clutching a
candle.
Shadows danced
along the
walls, twisting
into grotesque
shapes.
She could hear
faint whispers,
echoing from
the darkened
corners of the
room.
The air turned
icy as she
reached the
basement door,
which groaned
ominously.
With a deep
breath, she
grasped the
doorknob,
feeling a cold
sweat trickle
down her spine.
The dim light
flickered as
she opened the
door, revealing
a set of stairs
leading further
down.
Each step felt
heavier, as if
the darkness
itself was
trying to pull
her back.
In the depths
of the
basement, she
uncovered an
ancient mirror,
covered in dust
and dread.
As she wiped
the glass, her
reflection
rippled,
revealing a
figure lurking
behind her.
She spun
around, but the
room was empty,
save for the
whispering
shadows.
Heart racing,
she turned back
to the mirror,
only to see the
figure smiling
at her.
It stepped
closer,
reaching
through the
glass, its icy
fingers grazing
her cheek.
Sarah
screamed, but
the sound was
swallowed by
the darkness,
leaving only
silence.
The farmhouse
stood still
once more, the
wind outside
now a chilling
lullaby.
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