Video - Reflections of Horror: Jason's Asylum Encounter

Jason's flashlight flickered as he patrolled the abandoned asylum's labyrinthine hallways. Echoes of distant whispers gnawed at his sanity. A chill raced down his spine when he saw it—a door slightly ajar at the end of the corridor. He approached, the darkness thickening around him. Pushing it open, he found a child's dusty tricycle, its wheels creaking ominously. Suddenly, the temperature plummeted. From the corner, a shadowy figure emerged, eyes glowing red. Jason's breath hitched as he recognized his own reflection twisted in its grim visage. The asylum's whispers crescendoed to a deafening roar, drowning out his screams.