The old mansion had been in my family for generations. As a child, I would often explore the dusty halls, but as I grew older, the mansion became a place of mystery and fear. The creaking floorboards and flickering chandeliers only added to the eerie atmosphere. I had always been told that the mansion was haunted by the ghost of my great-grandmother, who had passed away when I was a child. Some said she would appear in the mirrors, her presence seeming to emanate from the mirror's surface. I had always been skeptical, but as I grew older, the occurrences became more frequent. Doors would slam shut on their own, and I would see my great-grandmother's face in the mirror, but it was never clear if it was just my imagination or reality.