It was supposed to be the center piece to the house. A grand eighteenth century mirror supposedly owned by a Duke.

But something about it set your teeth on edge. Your reflection in the mirror didn't look right, but no one would listen. The smile wide is too wide, the eyes too dull, the movements jerky and jagged.

You threw a sheet over the mirror, resolving yourself to throw it away the following day. As you turned on your heel to walk away... the mirror started to whisper.