was unfamiliar, with walls covered in old portraits and furniture that seemed to belong to another era. She sat up, try

man didn't respond. Instead, she began to move closer, her eyes fixed on Lily. Lily tried to scramble out of bed, but her legs felt heavy and unresponsive. The woman reached out a bony hand and grasped Lily's wrist, holding

e threw off the covers and got out of bed, determined to shake off the feeling of unease. But as she looked in the mirror, she saw something that made her blood run cold. The woman from the mansion was standing behind her, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly l

lazing with an otherworldly fury. Lily tried to scream, but her voice was frozen in her throat. The woman's face began to change, her features contorting into a twisted grimace. Lily felt herself being pulled into the mirror, sucked into a vortex of darkness and terror. She tried to resist, but it was too late. The mirror seemed to be shattering, the glass exploding outward in a shower of shards. And then, everything went black. When Lily came to, she was lying on the floor, her head throbbing with pain. Th

l can," one voice whispered. "You shouldn't have come here," another voice hissed. Lily spun around, trying to locate the source of the whispers. But there was no one there. The voices seemed to be coming from the walls themselves, from the very foundations of the mansion. She knew then that she had to escape. She turned and ran, dashing out of the room and down the hallway. The whispers grew louder, more frantic, as if the mansion itself was trying to stop her. She reached the front door and flu