Mira hesitated as she approached the mirror, her heart pounding in tandem with the thunder. The sight of her reflection filled her with an inexplicable dread. "I wish I didn't have to pass by this," she muttered, clutching the candle tighter.

Mira froze in place, her breath catching in her throat. The reflection's lips curled into a sinister smile, sending a chill down her spine. "Who… who’s there?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the storm's roar.

Mira stumbled backward, the candle slipping from her grasp and extinguishing as it hit the floor. She was plunged into darkness, yet the faint glow from the mirror persisted, casting an eerie light on her frightened face.

Mira screamed as the shadow reached out, its hollow eyes fixed on her. She spun around to flee, but a cold, invisible hand gripped her shoulder, immobilizing her with terror. She twisted back to face the mirror, now showing only an empty hallway.

Mira struggled, her screams swallowed by the storm as the shadow pulled her closer to the mirror. Her mind raced with memories of past warnings and whispered tales about the cursed mirror.

The only sound was the soft patter of rain against the windows, a stark contrast to the previous night's chaos. The mirror, once a source of dread, now held its newest captive within its glass confines, a testament to its dark history.