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The old house at the edge of the village had been empty for years. People said strange whispers came from inside after midnight. Aarav laughed at the rumors and entered the house with a flashlight. Dust covered the floor, but fresh footprints led upstairs. “Who’s there?” he shouted. No answer. A soft creaking sound came from the last room. Aarav pushed the door open slowly. Inside, he found an old mirror covered with a white cloth. The whispers grew louder. He pulled the cloth away. The mirror showed not his reflection… but a dark figure standing behind him. Aarav spun around. Nothing. Breathing heavily, he looked back at the mirror. The figure was closer now, smiling with hollow black eyes. Suddenly, icy fingers touched his shoulder. The flashlight fell from his hand. In darkness, a voice whispered beside his ear— “You finally came back.” The villagers later found the house empty again… except for one new set of footprints upstairs.