We weren't supposed to be there, but we went anyway.
The air in the forbidden room was heavy, thick with an almost tangible silence that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Dust floated lazily in the shaft of sunlight cutting through the tall, arched window, and in the center, framed by shadows that seemed to move on their own, stood the mirror.
The one our father had warned us about a thousand times.
“Why did dad ask us to stay away from this mirror?” Tasha whispered, her voice a mix of excitement and fear. “What does it really do?” She stepped closer, tilting her head as if the mirror might answer her.
I shrugged, trying to act casual even though my stomach had curled into tight knots. “Only one way to find out.”
Her hand trembled as she reached out, brushing her fingers
