around 3:30, i woke up, dazed. where was i? i got out of bed, and walked downstairs. i opened the door to my garage, and gasped when i saw the fragments of glass lying on the floor. the mirror had shattered. inside the frame was a purplish-black substance, swirling around. i walked towards it, my hand out stretched. i heard a voice whisper softly to me. “Come, child. Come closer..You know you want to…” the temperature in the room began to drop, yet i continued to walk foward. i stuck my hand through the substance, and felt something grip my wrist. i screamed, and felt myself fly through the frame. i kept my eyes closed, afriad to see what had clasped around my wrist. i screamed again, and felt another hand cover my mouth. a smell encased my senses, and i felt myself dry heave. the hand smelt like blood and quarrentine. i swallowed, and opened one eye. the hand around my wrist was a pale, faded color; the nails long and chipped. my eyes wandered to the face. i gasped. Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary..!