ones apon a time Lena had always been drawn to antiques, but the ornate mirror she found at a dusty old shop felt? different. The shopkeeper practically gave it away, muttering something about "the whispers." She brushed it off as superstition.

That night, Lena hung the mirror in her bedroom. As she brushed her hair, she swore she saw something move behind her. A dark shape, just for a second. When she turned, nothing was there.

At midnight, the whispers began.

"Lena? Lena? let me in."

She bolted upright in bed, heart pounding. The voice was soft, almost pleading, coming from the mirror. Trembling, she approached it.

Her reflection? it was smiling. But Lena wasn't.

Then it spoke.

"You're in my place now."

A cold hand reached through the glass, pulling her in.

The next morning, the mirror was empty. No reflection. Just an endless, dark void.

And in the antique shop, a new mirror appeared. Waiting for its next owner.