John always heard whispers coming from the old basement, but he never dared to check. One night, curiosity got the better of him. He grabbed a flashlight and slowly crept down the creaky stairs. The air was cold, and the whispers grew louder, almost as if they were calling his name. At the bottom, he noticed an old, dusty mirror. He wiped it clean… and froze. His reflection wasn’t alone. Behind him stood a shadowy figure, grinning. He turned around—nothing there. But when he looked back at...