In the moonlit stillness, Mary's antique mirror revealed more than reflections. Each night, it whispered secrets, enticing her closer. One evening, drawn by an otherworldly force, she gazed deeply. Shadows within the glass contorted into ghastly forms, clawing their way out. Panic surged as spectral hands reached into her world. Mary tried to flee, but the room enveloped her, trapping her in a nightmare realm. The mirror now hung empty, a gateway to unspeakable horrors. Those who dared peer into its depths vanished, leaving only silent screams. The antique mirror, hungry for souls, waited patiently for its next victim.
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