Sarah always heard whispers in her old house, but one night they grew louder. She traced the sound to a forgotten attic, where she found a dusty mirror. Staring into it, she saw not her reflection, but a shadowy figure grinning menacingly. Frozen with fear, she watched as the figure stepped out of the mirror. Sarah's scream echoed as cold hands gripped her shoulders. The next morning, her friends found the house empty, except for a note scrawled in blood: "I'm not alone." The mirror stood shattered, and Sarah was never seen again, her whispers now haunting the old house.