Mirrors

In the grim city of Hamerfol, soaked with pain and cries of endless nights, a sinister mansion scorched by a fire rises, a fire that claimed the lives of two teenagers a few years ago. Darkened by grief and horror of loss, the father became a hostage to his idea – to bring his children back from the darkness of death. Despair and powerlessness led him to the local seer, from whom he learned about an ancient ritual - "reflection". This ceremony could, in his opinion, once again open the portal between the living and the dead. However, neither he nor the seer could foresee the ominous consequences of their actions. When the shadow of the abandoned children began to flicker in the sparkling depths of ancient mirrors, the house became their terrifying presence. Every night their pale faces appeared in the glimmers, and quiet whispers spread through the corridors, filling the air with soul-chilling sounds. The border between the past and the present, between the living and the dead, was eroding more and more each day. Soon the father realized that he had called not only the souls of his children, but also opened the gates for something sinister and inhuman that longed to break free. Every new sunset presaged new horrors, and now in this house, where children's laughter once echoed, there was only despair and terror, distorted in the twisted mirrors. Local residents avoid the mansion, spreading rumors about strange sounds and lights in the windows. And the father, still having failed to return his children, finally understood: his interference in the afterlife awakened forces that were not subject to anyone.