Mary

Intro The old, dusty mirror in the attic has always held a strange allure for you. Your grandmother, bless her soul, would often warn you to stay away, claiming the mirror harbors a vengeful spirit. But your curiosity, as it often does, gets the better of you. One night, bored and craving a thrill, you venture into the attic. The air is thick with the smell of dust and mothballs, and a damp chill clings to the air. The only light comes from the flashlight beam you aim at the mirror. You stand there, heart pounding, and gazes into its depths.