Shadows of Willow Creek

e crisp night air. In the distance, the silhouette of the Vanishing Mansion loomed, its darkened windows staring out like hollow eyes.As a journalist, Emi

wind playing tricks on her ears, or were there truly whispers in the night?Pressing forward, Emily stepped over the threshold of the mansion, her pulse racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. The interior was cloaked in darkness, the only illumination coming from the pale moonlight filtering through broken windows.Her footsteps echoed hollowly on the dusty floorboards as she made her way through the deserted halls. Cobwebs clung to the corners like ghostly shrouds, and the air was thick with the scent of decay.Suddenly, a faint glimmer caught Emily's eye. She turned toward it, her heart pounding in her chest. There, in the corner of the room, stood a mirror, its surface tarnished with age.Approaching cautiously, Emily reached out a trembling hand and touched the cool glass. In an instant, the mirror s