Tell me a 'man in the mirror' scary story.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Lily. She had an old, ornate mirror in her attic. One night, as she passed by it, she thought she saw a face in the mirror that wasn't her own. It was a pale, gaunt face with sunken eyes. Every night after that, the face became clearer. It seemed to be trying to reach out from the other side of the mirror. Lily was so scared that she covered the mirror with a sheet, but she could still feel a cold presence. Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore and moved out of the house.

In a haunted mansion, there was a large, ornate mirror. At midnight, when the moonlight shone on it, strange things began to happen. A man staying there for the night saw in the mirror a woman in a white dress with a sad face. But when he turned around, there was no one there. Every time he looked back at the mirror, the woman seemed closer. He was so terrified that he hid under the bed until morning and left as soon as he could.

Once, a girl woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. As she passed the mirror, she saw a faint figure. She rubbed her eyes, thinking it was a trick of the light. But when she looked again, a pale face with hollow eyes stared back at her. She screamed and ran back to her bed, pulling the covers over her head. She could still feel the cold stare from the mirror all night.

There was a man who moved into an old house. One night, as he was getting ready for bed, he glanced at the mirror in his bedroom. In the mirror, he saw a strange apparition. It was a ghostly woman with long, flowing hair. She seemed to be reaching out from the mirror towards him. He blinked, thinking it was his imagination, but when he looked again, she was closer. He quickly turned off the light and hid under the covers, praying that the ghost would disappear. In the morning, he avoided looking at the mirror, but every night, the same thing would happen.

A young boy was staying at his grandmother's house. His grandmother had a big, ornate mirror in her bedroom. One evening, the boy was playing near the mirror when he noticed that his reflection wasn't acting the same as he was. His reflection just stood still while he was jumping around. Then, as he stared longer, his reflection's eyes turned black. He became scared and ran to his grandmother. She told him that there were old rumors about the mirror being cursed. From that day on, the boy always avoided looking at that mirror when he visited.

There was an old man in a small town. He was always seen lurking around the cemetery at night. People said he was waiting for something. One day, a group of kids decided to follow him out of curiosity. They trailed him to an old mausoleum. The old man entered it, and the kids peeked through a crack. Inside, they saw the old man standing in front of a coffin. He started to chant in a language no one understood. All of a sudden, a cold wind blew, and the kids saw a shadowy figure rising from the coffin. They were so scared that they ran away as fast as they could. Ever since then, they avoided going near the cemetery at night.

The man was a loner. He lived in a small cabin deep in the woods. Hunters who ventured too close to his place would sometimes hear his eerie laughter. One hunter got lost and ended up near the man's cabin. He saw the man standing outside, his body covered in rags. The man just stared at him with a menacing look, and the hunter could feel a sense of dread creeping over him. He quickly found his way back, vowing never to go near that part of the woods again.

Once there was a dead man in an old, abandoned house. People said that at midnight, his ghost would rise. One night, a curious boy went there. As the clock struck twelve, he heard a strange moan. He saw a figure that looked like the dead man. He ran as fast as he could and never went back again.

Once upon a time, there was a girl driving alone at night on a desolate road. She heard a strange scratching noise on the side of her car. When she stopped to check, she saw a figure in the bushes. It was the Hook Man. His hand with a long, sharp hook reached out towards her. She quickly got back in the car and sped away, but she could still hear his hook scraping against the car as she drove off in terror.

There was once a dead man found in an old, abandoned house. His body was cold and pale. Legend had it that he was a victim of a cruel murder years ago. People who passed by the house at night often heard strange noises, like his last gasps for air. Some even claimed to see his ghostly figure in the window, staring out with empty eyes, as if seeking revenge on those who wronged him in his life.