posted on Jun, 23 2022 @ 09:56 AM
Carl was beat, and, hung over. That peppermint Schapps, ugh!
He considered his reflection in the mirror. Not a good look.
Feeling momentarily ill, he leaned forward and place his palm on the mirror's surface.
Something crushed his hand. Gawking at the mirror, his reflection wore an insane, leering, toothy grin.
And it was strong -- suddenly pulling him toward the glass.
Carl braced for impact but instead tumbled over the sink and struck the floor.
Sound of running feet. Getting up, he was puzzled. Everything in front of him looked reversed.
The END