In the moonlit silence, Emily discovered an old, ornate mirror at a yard sale. Intrigued, she hung it in her bedroom. That night, she awoke to whispers, unintelligible but haunting. The next evening, her reflection grinned menacingly, eyes gleaming with malevolence. Terrified, she covered the mirror, but the whispers persisted. One by one, her cherished possessions vanished, replaced by ghostly echoes. Desperate, Emily sought help, learning the mirror was a portal to a shadow realm. As she stared into its depths, a cold hand reached out, pulling her inside. The whispers turned to mocking laughter as the mirror hung empty once more.
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