Empty room

Mackenzie found herself in a pitch black room where she could not see a single thing in front of her. She shut the door behind her and lucky for her, there was a lock too. To be honest, she was not fond of the idea of staying in this pitch dark room. She was afraid something would just snatch her in this dark room, but as of now, she's more worried about hiding from her walking clothes so she had no other choice but to stay and hide in this room.

Mackenzie had no idea what room she was hiding in currently, but notably, she felt the soft carpet beneath her feet rather than the dusty wooden floor. 'Could this be some sort of bedroom' Mackenzie thought. If it was a bedroom, maybe she could find a closet to hide in.

But before she could move, she was surprised that the lights in the room began to weakly flicker. Mackenzie can hear her heart pounding in her ears, thinking the ghost or spirit or whatever it is is already in the room with her. It wouldn't make sense for the lights to come on if the mansion has been abandoned for decades. But nothing happened after the lights have been flickered on.

Mackenzie was right about one thing though, it was a bedroom. But strangely, the room was cleaner than most rooms she's already been in this mansion so far. The walls are not ripped apart and colored maroon, and the carpet was soft and free from stains. It kind of looked like it was the only room that hadn't been touched by any visitors. The room was empty besides one full-body sized mirror that stood right in front of her which she had noticed as soon as the lights flickered on. She could see her own reflection from the mirror which presented herself only wearing her black panties and bra. The redhead couldn't help but blush a bit being reminded about her wardrobe malfunction by a mirror, but that was the least of her concerns right now. Or is it?