The old mirror, a sinister relic, hung in the dim attic. Hannah, lured by whispers, approached. As her reflection grinned malevolently, the room chilled. Desperation gripped her as she tried to turn away, but an unseen force held her gaze. Shadows danced eerily, contorting into ghastly shapes. Suddenly, the mirror's surface rippled, revealing a grotesque realm beyond. An icy hand emerged, reaching through the glass, fingers extending towards Hannah's terror-stricken face. She screamed, trapped between worlds. The mirror absorbed her, leaving only an eerie silence. In the attic, the malevolent reflection smirked, awaiting its next unsuspecting victim.
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