When Emma moved into the old Victorian house her grandmother left her, she noticed

one strange feature — a tall, antique mirror bolted to the wall in the upstairs
hallway. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t remove it. It was as though it
was part of the house itself.

At first, it seemed harmless. But then, Emma began to notice things. Her reflection
sometimes lingered a moment too long. Other times, it smiled when she wasn’t. She
chalked it up to her imagination or lack of sleep.

Then the dreams started. Each night, Emma dreamt of being trapped inside the
mirror, screaming, watching a version of herself walk freely outside it. One night,
she woke to find the hallway mirror fogged up from the inside. Written in the
condensation were the words: “Help me.”

Frightened, she tried to cover the mirror with a sheet, but every morning, it was
torn off, folded neatly at her door.

She started sleeping downstairs, but the dreams continued. Eventually, she
contacted a local historian who told her that the mirror once belonged to a woman
accused of witchcraft. She had cursed the mirror before dying, claiming it would
hold her soul — or anyone else who looked too long.

Emma smashed the mirror in a panic. But all she found behind it was another mirror
— older, darker, and fixed into the very frame of the house. And in that mirror,
her reflection didn’t move at all. It just stared at her, smiling.

That night, Emma disappeared.

Now, when visitors pass the hallway, they swear they see her—not walking in the
hall, but staring from the other side of the mirror.