a house in the middle of a foggy night

In a small, forgotten town, an old house stood at the end of a deserted lane. Locals whispered that it was cursed, its history stained with tragedy. Despite the warnings, a young couple, Sarah and Tom, bought the place, eager to restore its former glory.On their first night, they heard a faint whispering, like voices carried on the wind. Dismissing it as their imaginations, they settled in. But as the days passed, the whispers grew louder, echoing through the halls, calling their names.One evening, Sarah decided to investigate the source. She followed the sound to a room sealed off for years. With a deep breath, she pushed the door open. Inside, the air was thick with dust, and an old mirror hung crookedly on the wall. The whispers intensified, a chorus of pleading voices.Suddenly, Sarah felt an icy breeze, and the mirror's surface rippled. Her reflection twisted, morphing into ghostly figures--faces twisted in anguish, mouths forming silent screams. Terrified, she stumbled back, her heart racing. The whisper