Mark always heard footsteps in his attic at night, but when he checked, it was always empty. One night, fed up, he decided to leave a trail of flour on the attic floor to catch whatever was making the noise. At 3 AM, the footsteps began again—slow, deliberate. Mark rushed upstairs. The flour was disturbed, but instead of footprints leading away, they led toward a small, dusty mirror in the corner. Confused, he stared into the mirror… and then, behind his reflection, he saw it—a shadowy figure...