She had always told herself that she didn't believe in superstitions. But when Zosia temporarily moved into her great-grandmother's flat, the historic townhouse in the heart of the city began to work on her imagination. Every nook and cranny of the century-old walls seemed to whisper of bygone eras, and underfoot the floor creaked, remembering the days when carriages rode the streets. What intrigued her most, however, was the mirror standing in the corner of the former living room. It was huge, framed in an intricately carved frame of dark wood. As soon as Zosia walked past it on her first day, she had the feeling for a moment that something in her reflection was vibrating. However, she put this down to fatigue and stress from the move. The days passed in noisy midterms, evening conversations with her parents on the phone and endless coffee. But each night, as the lamplight flicked on the walls, the mirror seemed to twist and cast a stranger than usual shadow. Until one evening, as Zosia was closing her books after studying for chemistry, she heard a rustling noise, even though she was completely alone in the flat. At first she thought it was a breeze from the open window. But then a quiet, barely audible noise sounded behind her back: - Zosia... She turned around instantly, her heart beating like crazy. There was no one in the room, just her and.... the mirror. The image in the sheet was not her usual reflection. The face resembled her own, but the eyes were deeper, darker. And the mirror's mouth moved independently of her own. - 'Don't be afraid. I just want to talk,' the mirror called back, its voice trembling with a mysterious mixture of her tone and something alien. Zosia froze. She felt something draw her to the mirror, but she couldn't look away. Questions swirled in her head: Was she crazy? What is that voice? What does the mirror want to talk to her about? - Sophie... you really shouldn't have woken me up.... - it whispered again, and darkness began to thicken around her, as if the room was shrinking to the dimensions of the mirror frame. Just in front of her, in the taffrail, a figure still appeared for a brief moment - hazy, not quite human. Zosia felt that something was about to happen that she had not expected at all....