Secrets in the Silver Mirror : Chapter 3

Sarah couldn’t sleep. The word Ravenwood was etched in her mind, twisting and turning with questions she couldn’t answer. She didn’t know why, but she felt like this name held the key to understanding the strange happenings in her grandmother’s attic.

By morning, curiosity overwhelmed her. She sat down at her grandmother’s old desk, pulled out her laptop, and typed “Ravenwood” into the search bar. Hundreds of results appeared, but one immediately stood out: The Ravenwood Estate – Abandoned and Forgotten. She clicked the link, her heart pounding as the page loaded.

The article described an old mansion on the outskirts of town. Once a grand estate, it had been abandoned decades ago after a series of mysterious events. People claimed it was haunted, and the town’s locals refused to go near it. The article mentioned rumors of strange noises, flickering lights, and shadows moving in the windows.

Sarah shivered, but she knew what she had to do. She needed to go to Ravenwood.

That evening, she packed a small flashlight and notebook and slipped out of her grandmother’s house. Her footsteps echoed in the quiet streets as she walked toward the edge of town, where the trees grew thicker, and the night seemed darker. Finally, she saw it—Ravenwood Estate, looming like a shadow against the starless sky.

The mansion was even more imposing than she’d imagined. Tall, crumbling towers and broken windows stared down at her like empty eyes. The air around the house felt heavy, charged, as if it were holding its breath. For a moment, Sarah hesitated, wondering if she’d made a mistake. But the whisper from the mirror echoed in her mind: Help me.

Summoning her courage, she pushed open the rusted iron gate. The hinges groaned, the sound breaking the eerie silence. She stepped into the overgrown garden, the leaves crunching beneath her feet. Every sound felt amplified, every shadow seemed to move.

Reaching the entrance, she found the massive front door slightly ajar. She slipped inside, the floorboards creaking beneath her weight. The air was thick with dust and the smell of something old, like a book forgotten in a damp corner.

She scanned the empty hall, her flashlight cutting through the darkness. Just then, a flicker of movement caught her eye—a shadow slipping into a nearby room. Her breath caught, but she couldn’t turn back now. She followed, stepping carefully, her footsteps muffled on the worn carpet.

Inside the room, a grand fireplace dominated the space, and above it hung a large, dusty portrait. Sarah’s flashlight settled on the face in the painting. Her heart skipped a beat—the figure looked just like the shadow she’d seen in the mirror. The same dark eyes, the same intense stare, almost as if he were watching her from beyond the frame.

Her fingers trembled as she reached into her pocket for the notebook. She scribbled a note, barely able to hold the pen steady: Ravenwood – man in the mirror.

As she closed the notebook, a soft, whispering sound filled the room. It was the same voice from the mirror, but now it sounded closer, clearer.

“Find me,” it murmured. “Before it’s too late.”

Sarah felt a chill run down her spine. She turned, expecting to see someone behind her, but the room was empty. The whisper lingered, echoing in her ears as if it were circling around her.

“Find me,” it repeated, a note of urgency sharpening the words.

Sarah’s heart raced. She knew now that the mirror was more than a simple relic, and Ravenwood was more than an abandoned mansion. She was caught in something beyond her understanding, something that felt ancient and powerful. And as she left the mansion, one thought echoed in her mind:

Whatever this mystery was, it had already begun to pull her deeper.