You squeeze your eyes shut, every instinct screaming for you to flee but your soul says otherwise.
You whisper a prayer. Then louder:
“In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to leave me!”
The mirror trembles. Cracks spread across its surface like spiderwebs. Annie’s ghostly reflection snarls, her once-elegant face warping into a twisted mask of rage.
“You tink a few words can break mi curse?” she hisses.
But something changes. The room brightens. A beam of light pierces the gloom, striking the mirror directly. Her image burns with a ghastly shriek, then vanishes.
Your hand drops from the glass. The mirror is silent. Cracked, but empty.
The door creaks open behind you.
What do you do now?