Through the Looking Glass part 1

I took some time off to gather my thoughts. A part of me still can't believe what just happened, but it did. At this point I honestly shouldn't be surprised.

On April 30th I went up to my room, changed into my pajamas, and saw something in my mirror. Laying on my vanity stool was a Venetian mask staring at me intently. I turned around, but there was no mask there. The hairs all over my body stood up. It was happening again.

I blinked, and then there were two masks. I held my eyes open for as long as I could, but I finally blinked a third time: three elaborate Venetian masks were now hovering in midair behind me from the mirror. I took a few fatal steps towards it, looking back each time to see that none of them were behind me. Without knowing how or why, I reached out and let the tips of my fingers ghost the surface.

In hindsight, a terrible idea.

Two hands reached from the mirror, grabbed onto my wrists and pulled me with the force of a god through it. I can't tell you the fear I felt, or the water-like sensation that comes with stepping through reflective glass.

But I can tell you that I was on the other side of a mirror, terrified out of my wits, and on a forested road surrounded by trees. The mirror was gone, and I was alone.

Let me take that back; I wasn't I never was. I was being watched the entire time.

I swallowed my tears and walked down the road.