It was a full moon night when Juan, a young skeptic, decided to challenge the town's superstitions.
Armed with a flashlight and his curiosity, he entered the abandoned house, ignoring the warnings of the elders.
The door creaked open, as if he was protesting the intrusion.
Inside, dust danced in the rays of light that filtered through the broken windows.
Juan explored the rooms, each one telling stories of better days.
In the library, he found an untitled black leather book.
As he opened it, a gust of wind blew out his flashlight, plunging him into darkness.
A whisper ran through the room, although no one else was there.
"Put down the book," said a voice that seemed to come from the shadows themselves.
Juan, with his heart beating hard, tried to turn on his flashlight again without success.
The air turned cold, and a feeling of panic overcame him.
He decided it was time to leave, but when he turned around, the door he had entered through was no longer there.
The house seemed to come to life, with whispers and laughter echoing off the walls.
Juan looked for another exit, but each door led him back to the library.
The book was still open on the floor, as if he were waiting for it.
With each page that turned, the shadows moved faster, and the whispers turned to screams.
On the last page, there was a warning: "Whoever reads these lines will be trapped forever."
Juan wanted to scream, but his voice was lost in the void.
The house was filled with darkness, and the last thing he saw was the reflection of his own eyes in the mirror, full of terror.
Lucía, a brave and determined girl, had heard about the mirror and wanted to find it.
One night, with the moon shining through the branches, she went into the forest.
She followed a barely visible path, guided by the glow of the fireflies.
After hours of searching, she found the tree, so big that it seemed to touch the sky.
There was the mirror, its surface dark as night.
Lucía looked at herself, but her reflection did not appear. Instead, she saw a version of herself with empty eyes and a sinister smile.
The other Lucía began to speak to her from the mirror, with a voice that chilled her blood.
"I am what you hide, your fears and your darkest secrets," said the figure.
Lucía tried to get away from her, but her feet didn't move.
The figure in her mirror extended her hand, crossing the barrier between worlds.
"Come with me," she whispered, "and free yourself from your chains."
Lucía, terrified, closed her eyes and recited a prayer that her grandmother had taught her.
When she opened them, the figure had disappeared and her reflection had returned to normal.
she ran back home, vowing never to return to the Miraflores forest again.
