The Cursed Class: Shadows of the Forbidden Academy

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the ancient, ivy-covered walls of the Forbidden Academy. Inside, the halls echoed with the faintest whispers of forgotten secrets. It was a place where the ordinary was a myth, and the extraordinary was the norm. But for the students of the Cursed Class, the extraordinary was their daily existence.

Evelyn, a reserved young woman with eyes that seemed to see beyond the veil of the ordinary, walked the cobbled path that led to the old, abandoned dormitory. She had been a part of the Cursed Class for only a few weeks, but the weight of the past was already pressing down on her shoulders. The dormitory, a place of whispered legends and hidden horrors, was her latest destination.

The door creaked open, and Evelyn stepped inside. The air was thick with the scent of decay and the faintest hint of something else, something more sinister. She flicked on the dim light, revealing a room filled with old furniture and cobwebs. In the corner, a large, ornate mirror stood silent and unyielding, its surface cracked and tarnished.

Evelyn approached the mirror, her fingers tracing the edges of the damage. She had heard the stories, the tales of the cursed class that were bound to the mirror. It was said that every year, a new group of students would arrive, each carrying a piece of dark magic that would feed the mirror's insatiable hunger. The mirror, in turn, would claim one soul from the cursed class, a soul that would become its next vessel.

As she gazed into the mirror, Evelyn saw her reflection, but it was not her own. Instead, she saw a twisted, monstrous version of herself, eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. The figure reached out, and Evelyn felt a chill run down her spine. She turned to flee, but the room was already changing around her.

The walls began to shift, the furniture to move, and the air grew thick with the scent of something foul. Evelyn stumbled backward, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked down to see her hands, now twisted and gnarled, the fingers elongating into spindly tendrils. She was becoming one with the mirror, becoming its next vessel.

The door to the dormitory burst open, and a figure stepped into the room. It was a young man, his face twisted with fear and determination. "Evelyn, run!" he shouted, pushing her toward the exit.

But it was too late. The mirror's power was too strong, and Evelyn was now a part of it. The room began to collapse around her, the walls crumbling, the furniture disintegrating. Evelyn's form twisted and contorted, merging with the mirror's dark essence.

The young man watched in horror as Evelyn's twisted reflection vanished, leaving behind only the mirror, now glowing with an eerie light. He turned to flee, but the mirror's power reached out, ensnaring him in its grasp. He struggled, but it was no use. The mirror's curse had claimed another soul.

In the distance, the sound of footsteps echoed through the halls. More students of the cursed class were on their way, drawn to the dormitory by an unseen force. They would soon discover the truth behind the mirror's curse and the dark magic that bound them all.

The Forbidden Academy was a place of secrets and shadows, where the line between the living and the dead was blurred. The Cursed Class had been awakened, and their fate was intertwined with the mirror's dark power. In the heart of the forbidden academy, a nightmarish awakening was just beginning.