"W-What in the world is this now?" Paige gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she stared at her reflection. The mirrors surrounded her, an endless maze of distorted glass that seemed to stretch on forever.
Each wall shimmered with eerie perfection, as if mocking her own confusion. The moment she opened her eyes after being sucked inside the door, she was met with this—a carnival of mirrors, a prison of her own image.
But this wasn't right. The reflections in front of her—though they looked like her—weren't mimicking her movements. No, they stood there, unnervingly still, grinning. No, not just grinning—they were smiling wide, creepy smiles that twisted unnaturally.
Their eyes gleamed, cold, as if they were aware of something she wasn't. The longer she stared at them, the more those smiles seemed to widen, stretching impossibly across their faces, like something from a nightmare that refused to end.
