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The Old Attic

Leo moved into his grandfather's old mansion in the countryside. While exploring the dusty attic, he found a tall, silver-framed mirror covered with a black cloth. Curiosity got the better of him, and he pulled the cloth down. The mirror looked normal, but the air around it felt freezing cold.

That night, Leo woke up to a strange sound—scratch, scratch, scratch. He walked to the attic and looked at the mirror. His reflection was there, but it wasn't moving when he moved. His reflection was standing perfectly still, staring at him with a wide, creepy smile that Leo wasn't making.

Suddenly, a cold voice whispered from inside the glass, "Let me out, Leo. It's so dark in here." Leo froze in terror. He saw his reflection's hand press against the glass from the inside, leaving a foggy mark. The glass started to crack slowly, right where the reflection's fingers touched it.

Panic-stricken, Leo tried to run, but his feet felt glued to the floor. The reflection reached out of the mirror, its cold, pale hand grabbing Leo's wrist. With a sudden, violent jerk, Leo was pulled forward. Everything went blurry, and he felt a sharp chill throughout his body.

Leo opened his eyes and saw the attic, but it looked different—everything was reversed. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. On the other side of the glass, he saw "himself" smiling, picking up the black cloth, and covering the mirror. The attic went pitch black, and Leo was left alone inside the glass forever.