a woman in a white dress standing in a living room

The WhispersLate one night, Aria moved into her grandmother’s old house, inherited after her passing. The place was quaint but had an eerie charm, with creaky wooden floors and dimly lit hallways. As she settled in, she started hearing faint whispers. They were too quiet to make out but persistent, like someone muttering in another room.She dismissed it as her imagination or the wind slipping through cracks in the old walls. But the whispers grew louder, more distinct. One night, while lying in bed, she heard her name."Aria..."Her heart froze. Gathering courage, she followed the sound to the basement. The air grew colder with every step. In the far corner, she found an old mirror covered in dust. As she wiped it clean, her reflection didn’t match her movements. Instead, it stared back at her with a sinister grin.Before she could scream, her reflection whispered, "You’re finally home."The lights flickered, and the reflection reached out. The whispers stopped. So did Aria.By morning, the house was silent--excep