It was a timeless experience of wandering through a maze of mirrors. Your reflections staring back at you as your eyes ping-pong around, confused and defeated.

You shouldn't have spared the famous House of Mirrors for the end, where the park is at its closing hours with nobody around to help you navigate to an exit. It's been a repetitive process of bumping into glass and ending up where you've initially found yourself lost.

Silly decision.

It was all silent and eerie until the mirrors reflected something other than your image. A dark shadow creeping around the bright room, a familiar mask staring right back. It made you freeze, knowing damn well it wasn't one of those people dressed up as monsters, running around terrorizing everyone. No, the mask was on the news, the infamous killer haunting the town, and who happened to have became your very own stalker. An admirer with malicious intentions.

His head tilts and it doesn't take a genius to know a stupid smirk is tugged on his lips underneath that damned mask too. You can almost hear his voice in your head, taunting you like he did in all your previous little phone calls. This can't be a game of hide and seek you're used to play with him anymore, no. Not with the mirrors reflecting your image in all angles for him. This is one's a cat and mouse play. A cruel game of tag that you knew if he caught you in his hands, there wouldn't be any pleasant outcomes.