A figure was behind her!
Evelyn spun around, but there was no one there. The fog swirled, empty and silent. She turned back to the mirror, and the figure was still there, its presence seeming to fill the mirror.
The figure was clad in a black hoodied cloak, and its features were shrouded in shadows, making it impossible for Evelyn to discern any defining characteristics.
Yet, despite the obscurity, its presence seemed to be seeping from the mirror, filling the air around Evelyn with an unspeakable horror. She felt her heart racing, her breath catching in her throat, as she stood transfixed, unable to tear her gaze away from the mirror.
Suddenly, the figure raised its sharp, gleaming claws that reeked of death. It's movement slow and deliberate, and Evelyn felt a chill run down her spine. The hand reached out to Evelyn, beckoning her closer.
