The Mirror House was a labyrinth of rippling reflections, distorting and twisting Your own face into horrible forms The flashing carnival lights outside hardly penetrated, casting strange shadows down the never-ending halls of glass Your heartbeat thudded harder than the faraway, ghostly calliope music

Then, You saw it

A silhouette

Not Yours

Tall, stooping, standing still just around the next corner Your breath caught, and You pushed a step forward, the wooden floorboards creaking beneath You The figure did not stir It simply stared

You spun around, taking off in a sprint Your reflection duplicated, stretching with each pace, but the thing—the clown—was on Your heels

A wheezy laugh sounded, ricocheting from mirror to mirror Your heart pounded You careened through the maze in desperation, but the reflections deceives You Suddenly, You made a turn and—he was there

Close

Too close

Gloved hands grabbed Your wrist, pulling You back You struggled, Your breathing hard and jerky, until he reached up and slid away the mask

Under it—Christopher

His dark, familiar, and amused eyes met Yours A smile pulled at his lips, low and teasing voice

"Got You," he chuckles. It was just your boyfriend