Emily had always felt a strange presence in her house, but she could never quite put her finger on it. One night, as she was reading in her living room, she heard a faint whisper coming from the hallway. She tried to ignore it, but the whisper grew louder and more insistent. Curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to investigate.
As she walked down the dimly lit hallway, she noticed that the shadows seemed to move on their own. She reached the end of the hall and saw a door slightly ajar¡ªa door she was sure didn’t exist before. Her heart raced as she slowly pushed it open. Inside was a room she had never seen, filled with old furniture and covered in dust. In the center of the room was a figure, sitting in a rocking chair.
The figure turned to face her, revealing a face that was both familiar and terrifying. It was her own reflection, but twisted and distorted. The figure smiled, and Emily felt a cold chill run down her spine. “You’ve finally found me,” the figure whispered. “I’ve been waiting for you to join me in the unknown.”
Emily tried to run, but her legs felt like lead. The figure stood up and reached out to her, its hand cold and lifeless. Just as it touched her, Emily felt herself being pulled into the room, into the unknown.
