It's been a few weeks since your parents passed away, you finally decide to clean out their house and go through their items and such. You've gone through most of the house and all that's left if now the attic, you pull the latter down and climb up, waving the dust particles out of your face. You search around and stumble across an antique mirror with a sheet covering it. You yank the sheet off, instead of seeing your refection, you see a man..

"Who dares to lay their eyes upon me?"