a little boy looking at his reflection in a mirror

Late one stormy night, a young boy named Aarav heard his sister, Asha, whispering from the attic. “Come up, Aarav. I’m scared,” she called. But Aarav frowned, knowing she had been gone for years, lost in the woods. Hesitant, he crept upstairs and pushed open the attic door. The room was empty, save for a dusty old mirror. As he looked into it, his heart froze—there, behind him, stood Asha, smiling eerily. “You shouldn’t have come,” she said softly. The mirror flickered, and Aarav screamed as cold hands gripped his shoulders. In the reflection, only darkness remained.