• That's not your reflection in the mirror.

    It looks like you, sure- but there's something evil in the eyes. If someone asked you to explain it, you probably couldn't. What you're seeing now terrifies you more then anything you've ever seen.

    Just when you think that it's your imagination, your reflection winks at you. You're too scared to scream. You're rooted to the spot. Your mouth drops open, but your reflection's doesn't. It raises a hand and waves, smiling wickedly.

    As you stand there, staring at your now smiling reflection, you start to notice things that might have always been there- fingernails a bit too long and sharp, teeth a bit too pointed- and the terror reaches a whole new level. The screams build in your chest, but are too big to let out. A small hiss escapes your lips, and your feet begin to drag toward the mirror.

    Your reflection's eyes gleam and it mouthes, "Yes, yes." Your entire body wants to go away from the mirror, but your feet refuse to obey, until your practically touching the mirror. Against your own will, a hand reaches up and ently presses against the mirror. Your reflection does the same, for once, and your hands are pressed together.

    The glass is warm. The warmth spreads through you, giving, for just a moment, and incredible sense of calm. Slowly, you look up and lock eyes with your reflection....

    And you start to scream. The calm is gone, replaced by overwelming terror, even more then before. You try to pull your hand away, but your reflection reaches through the mirror and grabs your wrist with super-human strength.

    Outside the mirror, the hand changes, becomes solid, real. Your reflection starts to step out of the mirror... while pulling you in. As you're pulled in, you feel the changes happening. You feel yourself flatten, your breath is robbed from your lungs, yet you don't choke. You can live without air, but it's the worst pain imaginable. Dying of loss of oxygen would be better. Your sight becomes cloudy and dim, and you lose all sense of smell whatsoever. Or maybe there's just nothing to smell here.

    Through distorted eyes, you look up and see what you used to be in front of you. It stares at you for a moment and then starts to laugh, and even though the voice is yours, the laughter sounds wrong, somehow, muffled, but that's probably because there's glass inbetween you. As the ex-reflection doubles over in laughter, your pulled down with it as if pulled by strings. Your lips move with the ex- reflection's, but no sound comes out.

    You've become the reflection.

    Your ex-reflection smiles, and turns. Your pulled around too, and you're left staring at a perfect copy of your room, except it's washed out, two-dimentional. Like you.

    You turn back around, and you see the ex-reflection holding something that makes you feel like your blood has run cold, even though you're blood no longer pulses through your veins. You expect your heart to be trying to jump out of your chest, but it doesn't beat anymore.

    You want to scream as the hammer desends toward you, but all you can do is watch. As it touches the mirror and it begins to crack, the pain is enough to destroy your sanity in one swoop.

    As the mirror shatters, so do you, and all that is left is unending pain and darkness.