I looked back in the mirror and noticed a black figure behind Mark. It looked like a smoky woman. I turned around and saw nothing. It was just Mel and Mark talking. He had turned to pleading, hoping that we would understand his predicament somehow or that I would be wooed by his cries for help. I turned around and looked back in the mirror. This time the figure was significantly closer to Mark. Again I looked around to see nothing. It had to be something in my eyes.
Back in the mirror, I could see the woman now more clearly. Her eyes are red with bloody tears. Her teeth were black, and her dress was white as snow. I couldn’t tell why I wouldn’t have seen that before. It was almost photo negative in that it didn’t give off any light or anything.
“Mel?”
I questioned with hesitation in my
