The Burning Candle

The house stood silent at the edge of town, abandoned for years. Every night, a single candle flickered in the upstairs window, though no one seemed to live there. One cold evening, Sarah dared to approach.

She pressed her ear to the door and heard faint whispers, like a conversation from another world. Curiosity pulled her inside.

Within, the whispers grew louder, a low shrieking filling the air. The walls trembled. Shadows moved without light. She turned to flee, but the door was gone. In its place stood a mirror, her reflection grinning back.

And then, the candle went out.