Video - Haunted Success: Marla's Nightmarish Descent

Marla's reflection smiled back from the cracked mirror, a grotesque grin she couldn't control. Her success came overnight—her paintings now fetched millions. She should have been happy, yet her own eyes glared at her with contempt. The gallery's basement was cold, damp, and filled with her discarded canvases, each one depicting twisted, nightmarish forms. As she descended the stairs, a whisper echoed, "You've taken what isn't yours." The walls pulsed, breathing, closing in. She saw her latest masterpiece: a lifelike portrait of herself, trapped in eternal torment. Suddenly, her reflection moved independently, stepping out of the frame. Marla screamed, but no sound escaped her lips.