a dark house sitting in the middle of a field

On a dark and stormy night, Lily’s car broke down on a remote highway. She pulled over, shivering in the cold, and decided to walk to the nearest house she saw in the distance. The wind howled as she reached the old, weathered building. She knocked, and after a long moment, the door creaked open.An old man, pale and frail, stood there. “Come in, it’s dangerous out there,” he muttered. Desperate, Lily stepped inside. The warmth was a relief, but something felt off. The house was eerily quiet, and shadows danced unnaturally on the walls.“Stay here until the storm passes,” the old man insisted, his voice unnervingly calm. Lily nodded but noticed a strange noise from upstairs, like slow, dragging footsteps. She tried to ignore it, but then she saw something--behind the man in the dim light of the hallway, there was a mirror.Her reflection was not hers. Someone else stood behind her--an exact replica of herself, but with cold, empty eyes. Her heart raced as she spun around to face the old man, but he was gone. The