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The next morning, sunlight streamed through the worn-out windows, and Lin Xia slowly regained her senses. She stepped out of her bedroom and began to explore the old house. As she entered her grandfather's study, a yellowed diary caught her attention. Opening it, she was met with her grandfather's strong, elegant handwriting. It turned out that this old house had once been a stronghold for an ancient and mysterious organization that conducted various forbidden rituals in an attempt to connect with another world. Her grandfather had been one of the key members of this organization.
The more Lin Xia read, the more her heart raced. Just then, a strange sound echoed from the basement. It resembled the dragging of iron chains across the floor, mixed with the low growl of some creature—intermittent and chilling. Curiosity overcame her fear as Lin Xia grabbed a flashlight and cautiously made her way toward the basement. The door was a heavy iron one, covered in rust and strange symbols. Taking a deep breath, she pulled it open with all her strength. A wave of putrid odor hit her face, but Lin Xia forced herself to step inside.
The basement was pitch black, and where the flashlight beam fell, she saw rows of ancient bookshelves filled with bizarre books and artifacts. In the corner, she spotted a massive iron cage containing a curled-up figure. Lin Xia stepped back in terror and trembled as she asked, "Who are you?" The figure slowly lifted its head, and as Lin Xia focused on it, she felt dizzy—there was a face that looked exactly like hers!
With a terrified scream, Lin Xia turned to flee the basement but found that the iron door had somehow closed behind her. No matter how hard she pushed against it, it wouldn't budge. The figure that resembled her was now slowly rising from the cage, stepping closer to her with each passing moment.
At that critical moment, eerie blue lights suddenly illuminated the walls of the basement. The ancient symbols seemed to come alive, flickering and dancing in the air. Lin Xia felt a powerful force binding her tightly, rendering her immobile. Despair washed over her as she looked around, uncertain of what horrific fate awaited her.
As the blue light grew brighter, the temperature in the basement plummeted sharply, causing Lin Xia's teeth to chatter uncontrollably. The figure that mirrored her appearance stood before her now, a sinister smile curling at its lips as it spoke: "Welcome home, my substitute." Lin Xia's eyes widened in terror; just as she opened her mouth to ask what it meant, everything spun around her and her consciousness began to fade.
When Lin Xia awoke again, she found herself lying in bed in her bedroom, sunlight still shining brightly outside. She thought everything from last night had been a nightmare until she approached the mirror and was horrified to see that her reflection had hollow eyes and wore an eerie smile identical to that of the figure in the basement. She reached up to touch her face but noticed that the hand in the mirror moved just a fraction slower than hers—as if she and her reflection were no longer one and the same.
Panicking, Lin Xia dashed downstairs in an attempt to escape this terrifying old house. However, when she opened the front door, she found a group of people dressed in black robes standing outside. Their faces were obscured by grotesque masks, and they held glinting daggers in their hands. The leader slowly removed his mask, and as Lin Xia focused on him in disbelief, she realized it was none other than her grandfather—whom she thought had passed away!
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