Short story: The Room

This is my first short story in a very long time. It's based loosely on a dream I had.
The room
I come towards an old wooden door, Rotten and weather warn. the paint all but stripped away. what was left had turned a faint blue almost grey colour. Light seeped out from under the door. Slowly, I open the door. I walk into the room, empty except for a full length mirror hanging from the wall. My footsteps echo as I walk towards the mirror. Cautiously I stare into it, seeing only my reflection. I run my hand across my cheek as I stare back at myself. The sound of music now fills the air, a hauntingly soothing melody. I turn my head swiftly in search of it's source but find nothing, I'm all alone.
My heart beats faster. Slowly I move away from the mirror when Seemingly out of nowhere, i see something out of the corner of my eye, a figure. It was a woman. She stood static, her eyes empty and lifeless yet she smiled. A sharp chill ran through my body, the room grew cold. The music that filled the air now plays faster as the woman takes a step. I back away as she moves closer, My heart races. Step by step she draws closer, her face begins to change, manifesting itself into something more morbid. Im frozen in terror. Suddenly the music stops, the room turns black, I wake.