a large mirror in a room next to a window

Mara had always been drawn to antique stores. There was something about the old, weathered furniture, the dusty trinkets, and the forgotten relics of the past that fascinated her. One rainy afternoon, as she wandered through the narrow aisles of a small, hidden shop, her eyes fell upon an ornate, full-length mirror. The frame was dark wood, intricately carved with patterns of vines and flowers, almost too perfect, too old.The shopkeeper, an elderly man with a soft, raspy voice, noticed her interest. “Ah, that mirror,” he said, his eyes glinting oddly. “It’s special. Very old. Came from a house near the edge of town. Strange things happened there before it was sold.”Mara wasn’t one to believe in ghost stories, but there was something about the mirror that called to her. The price was steep, but she couldn’t resist. She paid and took the mirror home, eager to place it in her living room.That night, after setting the mirror against the wall, Mara sat in front of it, admiring the detailed carvings. She noticed ho