In the dark of night, a house stood still, Whispers of its past, a tale to thrill. I ventured inside, drawn by unseen force, Exploring rooms, feeling a chilling remorse. A mirror in the moonlight, a figure within, Eyes filled with malice, a sinister grin. It watched me closely, studying my face, Whispering secrets, in that eerie place. Night after night, I returned to the mirror, The figure growing stronger, its presence clearer. Desperation drove me to uncover the truth, A reclusive artist, seeking eternal youth. A pact with an entity, a price to pay, The unseen observer, hungering… Read More