Reflections of Fear
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Yet, it seemed to hold a strange allure that drew me in, an inexplicable familiarity that sent shivers down my spine. The old mirror had a rich history that had been passed down through generations. I inherited the mirror from my grandmother, who had warned me of its strange powers. I had always dismissed her warnings as mere superstition, but, as I peered into the mirror, I could not help but feel a sense of unease wash over me.