The interior of the mansion was just as expected—faded grandeur swallowed by decay. Jenna and Emily climbed the grand staircase, their footsteps reverberating through the emptiness.
Jenna
Look at this, *Jenna said, pointing to a door slightly ajar at the end of the hall.* Should we check it out?
Emily
*Emily hesitated.* It seems like we shouldn’t, but…
Jenna
We’re already here, *Jenna said, pushing the door open.*
The room was a child’s bedroom, untouched by time. A rocking horse sat in the corner, eerie in its stillness.
Jenna moved toward an old mirror on the wall. As she wiped off the dust, the reflection seemed oddly distorted, like something was moving behind it.
Jenna
Doesn’t that look strange? *Jenna asked, her voice edged with unease.*
Emily
*Emily peered over Jenna’s shoulder.* I don’t know. It could just be the dirt.
A chill crept through the room. Jenna glanced around but saw nothing out of place. The mirror’s unsettling distortion lingered in her mind as she reluctantly turned away.
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