3 A.m. Emma runs through Blackthorn Manor's endless corridor, gasping for breath. The floor creaks under her feet. Doors slam shut behind her. Shadows crawl across the walls. The air grows heavier with each step. At the end of the hall, the grand mirror glows red. John's distorted face appears screaming, Don't break the mirror! It will take you to...
A week earlier, 4 American friends arrived in London. Emma, curious, fearless. John, sarcastic, hiding fear. Sarah, sensitive, believer in legends. Michael, rational skeptic.
They heard of Blackthorn Manor, abandoned after its residence vanished mysteriously a century ago. Despite warnings, they entered.
Arrival. The iron gate screeched loudly as it opened. Dense trees surrounded the mansion, wind rustling leaves like whispered voices. Inside, dust covered the floor, portraits stared with lifelike eyes, extinguished candles still held traces of flame. Everything suggested the place had been untouched for decades, yet it felt alive.
First night footsteps echoed upstairs, yet no footprints marked the dust. John joked nervously. Probably a giant rat, or a part-time ghost, Sarah shivered. Someone's watching us, Michael snapped.
It's just imagination! The journal Emma found a cracked leather book filled with strange symbols and distorted faces. Michael dismissed it. Just old superstitions, but Emma felt the words carried a hidden power.
Distorted reflections, approaching the grand mirror, each saw something different. John faceless, Sarah crying blood, Michael vanishing, Emma smiling coldly.
Sarah heard a voice calling her name, promising answers. The sound grew clearer, echoing from deep within the glass.
Doors slammed shut, windows rattled, the air grew heavy, alive. Emma whispered, The mirror is the heart of this place. Michael shouted, Enough, we're being tricked. Yet his eyes trembled as he stared at the mirror.
Climax. At midnight the mirror glowed crimson, revealing screaming faces trapped inside. The floor shook, walls cracked, portraits fell.
John was dragged into the mirror, his hand reaching out, his scream fading. Sarah collapsed, Michael pounded the door, Emma stared at the mirror with determination.
Ending, Emma smashed the mirror with a chair, souls burst free, the red light vanished, John never returned.
At dawn, the three survivors escaped, hearing John's whisper in the wind, I'm still here and I'll be back.
And that's how our story inside Blackthorn Manor comes to an end. Or does it?
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