a woman standing in front of a mirror in a dark room

**Title: "The Reflection That Wasn't Me"**---It was a stormy night when Sarah arrived at her grandmother's house, a small, creaky cottage on the outskirts of town. She hadn't visited in years, but with her grandmother's passing, the house was now hers. The air was thick with dust, and the dim light from the flickering candle she held cast long shadows across the walls.She ventured up to the attic, where her grandmother had kept old family heirlooms and forgotten memories. Among the boxes of old clothes and photo albums, Sarah found something strange--a full-length mirror. It was tall, with an ornate wooden frame, its surface covered in a layer of grime. She wiped it off and stood back to admire it.As her reflection appeared, she noticed something odd. It wasn’t quite right. Her image in the mirror seemed delayed, as if it moved a split second after her. Sarah frowned, dismissing it as the flickering light playing tricks on her eyes. But as she stepped closer to the mirror, her reflection did the same. It tilt