You offered yourself to the mirror…

You lower your defenses.

The mirror pulses with light. A warmth creeps up your arms as your hand remains pressed to the glass. You stop resisting.

Annie smiles.

Not in the mirror through you.

You feel her pain. Her rage. Her loneliness. Her power.

And then, your reflection disappears completely.

Darkness.

Then light.

You wake up… standing inside Rose Hall.

The air is still.

A tour guide’s voice echoes in the distance.

“And to your left, you’ll see the original staircase mirror, where some say Annie Palmer still appears…”

You turn to the group of tourists entering the room.

You smile.

Because now… you are the one in the mirror.