Here The wind howled like a pack of hungry wolves, wailing through the empty corridors of the old mansion. Moonlight, filtering through dusty windows, cast ghostly shadows on the peeling walls. T/i, clutching a dim flashlight, walked on the creaking parquet, expecting to see something terrifying at every turn. Her friend, Lisa, walked slightly ahead, her steps more confident, but the same fear flickered in her eyes.

They knew this place was cursed. Legends told of an old sorcerer who once lived here, stealing innocent souls to prolong his life. Since then, the mansion had become a haven for shadows and nightmares.

Suddenly, Lisa stopped. "Do you hear that?" she whispered, her voice trembling. T/i strained her ears. A soft, monotonous crying could be heard from the depths of the house. It seemed to emanate from the very earth.

"It's just the wind," Lisa tried to reassure herself, but T/i didn't believe her own words. The crying grew louder, taking on a sinister, inhuman tone.

They continued, determined to reach the source of the sound, though their intuition screamed at them to run away. The door to one of the rooms was ajar. Beyond it, in complete darkness, a faint, pulsing light was visible.

Lisa, unable to bear it any longer, pushed the door open. The room was empty, except for an antique mirror standing in the center. The light emanated from it. As T/i approached, she saw not her own reflection, but a distorted, malevolent face slowly raising its hand.

"No!" Lisa screamed, trying to pull T/i away from the mirror. But it was too late. The hand from the mirror burst out, tenacious and cold, grabbing T/i by the wrist.

The scream froze on T/i's lips as she was pulled into the mirror's surface. She saw Lisa's reflection frozen in horror, her own hands becoming transparent, her scream turning into a silent whisper.

The last thing T/i saw before plunging into absolute darkness was Lisa's face, contorted in terror, and the sinister grin of the creature from the mirror, which was now looking at her from within.

Outside, the wind continued to howl, but now its sounds carried a new, chilling moan. The door to the room creaked shut, leaving the mansion in its eternal silence, guarding a new, consumed soul.