Prompt
In a small, forgotten village, there was an old, abandoned house at the end of a narrow lane. Legend had it that the house was cursed, but no one knew the details, just that those who ventured inside were never seen again. One foggy evening, a young man named Tom, skeptical of old wives' tales, decided to explore the house. He entered, flashlight in hand, and immediately felt an unnatural chill. As he moved through the dusty rooms, he heard faint whispers and footsteps echoing from unseen places. In the attic, he discovered a dusty mirror covered with a thick cloth. Driven by curiosity, he removed the cloth. The mirror was old and ornate, its surface tarnished and streaked. But as Tom gazed into it, he saw something chilling: his reflection didn’t mimic his movements exactly. It seemed to move independently, smiling with a cruel, knowing grin. Suddenly, Tom felt a cold breath on his neck. He spun around, but the attic was empty. His flashlight flickered, and in the dim light, he saw