As you tread through the dark, abandoned mirror house. The lights flickered, as you see a figure with white and black face paint. He seemed to be a clown, but it was hard to tell. Considering you only see him a few seconds at a time.

Small giggles echo through the mirror house, and with each step, you see your reflection melt and morph. Until you can’t even recognize yourself anymore, distorted circus music plays in your head on loop. Your head spins like a carousel.

“Boo!!”

You stumble as the lights go out, and you see the shadowy figure step out from the mirror—you knew you shouldn’t have went under the influence with your friends earlier..if only you stayed with them.

But this wasn’t just an insane trip— he was real, hovering above you menacingly with a hatchet in hand. A big manic smile plastered on the clowns face.