There was once a young woman named Ava who lived in a small town. She was reserved and often kept to herself, but she had a secret passion for singing. When it rained, she would go outside and sing at the top of her lungs, letting the rain wash away...
A soft laugh echoed in the darkness, chilling her to the bone. The woman from the portrait emerged from the shadows, her hollow eyes gleaming with a malevolent light. Her once elegant dress was tattered and worn, her pale skin stretched too tightly across her bones.
“You’ve taken my place,” the woman said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “As I did to the one before me. This is how it has always been.”
Eleanor staggered back, her mind reeling. “But why? What is this place?”
The woman tilted her head, her smile growing wider. “It is the reflection of your soul. The curse binds us to the manor, and each of us must find another to take our place, or we are doomed to wander these halls for eternity.”
Eleanor’s pulse quickened. She hadn’t just inherited a house—she had inherited a fate far worse than death. “I won’t stay here,” she said, though her voice wavered. “I’ll find a way out.”
The woman’s laughter was sharp and cruel. “There is no escape. Not for you. Not for anyone.”
But Eleanor refused to accept it. She turned and ran, the eerie laughter of the woman chasing her through the endless mirrored corridors. No matter which way she turned, the manor's reflection surrounded her—its walls shimmering, its windows like hollow eyes watching her futile flight.
She soon found herself back where she had started, standing before the same mirror that had drawn her in. But now, she was on the inside, staring out into the room she had left behind.
And there, standing in the center, was a figure.
Eleanor froze, her breath catching in her throat. It was her—but not quite. The figure wore her face, her clothes, but her eyes were distant, cold. The imposter raised a hand to the mirror, gazing at her with an eerie calm.
“No,” Eleanor whispered, pounding on the glass. “That’s my life! You can’t take it!”
But the reflection remained silent, her expression unchanging. Slowly, the imposter turned and walked away, leaving Eleanor trapped in the mirror, her voice lost to the silence of the cursed manor.
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