Emma had never been one to believe in the supernatural. Her life was grounded in reality, filled with the mundane routines of work and family. But when she inherited an old manor from a distant relative she barely knew, her world began to shift in ways she could not explain.
The manor was a sprawling, forgotten estate on the edge of a small village. It had been abandoned for years, left to decay with time. When Emma first stepped inside, the air was thick with dust and the scent of old wood. But in the attic, she found something that caught her eye—a mirror, large and ornate, covered in a thick layer of grime. It was unlike anything she had ever seen.
When she wiped the dust away, she expected to see her reflection. But what stared back at her wasn’t Emma. It was a woman, dressed in old-fashioned clothes, her eyes dark and haunting. Emma recoiled, but when she looked again, the woman was gone, and her own reflection returned.
As the days passed, the mirror became more than just a relic. At night, Emma heard whispers—soft, indistinct voices calling her name. The whispers grew louder, and soon, the mirror began to show her things she couldn’t explain. It reflected moments from her life, but they were wrong—distorted, twisted versions of events she hadn’t lived yet.
The mirror showed her future, but not just any future—a future where something else had taken her place. The reflection wasn’t just mimicking her movements; it was watching, learning, waiting for the right moment.
One night, Emma awoke to find the mirror glowing faintly, the whispers now louder than ever. She walked toward it, unable to resist the pull. The reflection smiled—a cold, calculating grin. As Emma reached out to touch the glass, the surface rippled, and the reflection stepped forward. In that moment, she realized the truth: the mirror didn’t just reflect—it absorbed.
And now, it wanted her.
