I walked out of the gym and headed for the parking lot. It was the last day of school, and I had plans. I just couldn't be late.

A student walked out and walked beside me. I ignored him. He was probably one of those nerds that nobody liked. I veered to the left to shake him off, but apparently he was going the same way that I was.

"Would you stop it?" I asked.

"I'm only going to my car," he replied without looking me in the eyes.

I sighed an angry sigh, but kept on walking. I decided to take a shortcut, and ducked into a small alley between the school buildings. He followed. This was getting really annoying. I turned around to face him.

"What do you want?!" I yelled, exasperated. He stared at me for a minute.

"One who thinks that they are the best will always come to a downfall by fault of their ego."

With that, he proceeded to move towards me as he produced a knife from his pocket.

I screamed.


My friend and I were taking a walk into town for an ice cream one summer day. It was probably the hottest day of the year, and people were either hiding in the air-conditioned movie theater or at the pool. We had decided that ice cream sounded like a good idea.

"What are you going to get?" I asked.

"Oh, probably butterscotch."

"Eurgh." I made a face. Butterscotch wasn't my thing, but hey...to each his own.

We walked up to the ordering window and I started my order...but then I realized that nobody was in there.

"Strange," my friend commented. "It's like they're closed, but the open sign is still hanging in the window."

"Oh well," I said. "Why don't we go to the movies?"

That was when a charming voice from within the shop said, "May I take your order?"

My friend nudged me. He walked over to the counter, smiling. But soon his brow furrowed.

"There's nobody in there." he said.

"Yes there is," said the voice. "May I take your order?"

"Don't say anything," I warned my friend. But he ignored me.

"I'd like the Butterscotch Brickle, please."

"May I take your order?" the voice asked me.

"Ah, no thanks," I said, shrinking back in fear.

A Butterscotch Brickle suddenly appeared in the window. MY friend grinned at me.

"What'd I tell you?" he said as he took a bite out of it. "I knew there was somebody--AARGH!"

The ice cream cone had seemingly mutated into a living sludge, and it had been very close to my friend's mouth...very close indeed. It seemed to jump into his mouth and force itself down his throat. I stood there, gaping at him. Then he opened his mouth to speak, and said, in the same voice that had served him:

"May I take your order?"


My friend and I were at the mall, shopping for new clothes. It was one of our favorite pastimes, although an expected one, seeing as we were girls. I had found some heels, but I wasn't sure they would go with my new dress. But my friend was in a similar dilemma, so I had let her use the changing room first. She had already been in there for ten minutes.

"Come on, how long does it take to try on a dress and a hat?" I complained to no avail. But a few minutes ago, I thought I had heard her packing up. This was stupid. I knocked on the changing room door, and, hearing nothing, went in.

I found myself in a room with clothes littered around on the floor, but nobody inside it and no way out except for the way that I had come in. I looked around. Was this some sort of stupid prank?

That's when my eyes met the mirror, and inside I saw the bodies of several people banging on the glass.

I only had a few seconds to scream before I, too, was sucked into the mirror.


I trudged up the steps to my school, trying not to meet anybody's gaze. They all knew I had been the last person to see Lio before he had been hit by the train on his way home. Perhaps the principal would call me in to reprimand me for being so stupid, although I'd had nothing to do with it. The principal would be fuming; Lio was his best student ever. But he was gone now...I wouldn't see anything more of him except for his corpse at the funeral.

I trudged through the hallways, trying not to look at anything except for people's feet. I plunked down on my desk in homeroom, when I heard a familiar voice.

"Why the long face?"

I looked up, and saw, sitting right next to me: Lio.



I walked into the house and saw my mother cooking dinner. She looked up.

"Hi, honey. How was your day?"


"Oh, I forgot to tell you this morning-the workers installed your new six foot mirror today."

"Really?!" I'd been waiting a long time for that, but Mom had always said there hadn't been enough money. Apparently she found one at a discount price. I went upstairs to check it out. Out of the stairway window, I say one of the boys from my school pushing an ice cream cart. Strange. Nobody in our school liked to do extra work; but maybe he was after money. Anyway, I shrugged it off and went up to my room. On my way, my older brother emerged from his bedroom. He stopped me from entering my room.

"How was your day?" he asked.

"Fine," I said.

He nodded and let me in to my room. I ran over to the mirror, and...

...inside it, I saw some people. The one at the front was a boy called Lio, who had died earlier this week-I heard that he'd been hit by a train.

I felt the mirror's pull and walked toward it, enchanted. I was about a foot from it when my brother entered the room.

"You've fallen into my trap, little sister," he said as I was pulled in. And for the first time, I noticed the bloody knife in his belt.

Then I was torn away.