It wasn’t long until the sun went down, and Christine knew to be afraid. The hues of orange from the sunset took a moment of green before becoming an inky blue, and that was her signal that it was going to happen. Again.
Everytime the sun went down the room would start to shake, she could see herself in the mirror, brown eyes wide and frightenend, hair being disturbed from whatever carefully contrived shape it had been in before the night fell. She always screamed in spite of the fact that she knew it was coming.
That was because of the pain. It ran along her spine first and foremost as her body was pulled from one world to the next. The first time she had expected her heart to race, but what actually happened was even scarrier. It slowed, then stopped. It wouldn’t start till what she could only guess was five minutes later, when she should have been dead.

The sun disapeared over the horizon, and a tear fell from her eyes. It was going to happen. Again.