She had me, in her own twisted realms of terror and anguish, deception and torture. At that moment I made a decision, a decision that could possibly free me. I began to chant
“Bloody…..May….Bloody…Mary….Bloody Mary….....” over and over. The vile being cringed at her own name, for in her world it was never used. I was challenging her and taunted her. I then kicked and twisted and was free I fell back through the mirror dislodging the pieces of glass that were still dangling from it’s edges. I lay on my back in the garage, I kicked myself away from the mirror. She wasn’t done, she burst through the mirror her claws ready to shread through me. She caught hold of my ankle and began to pull me towards the mirror. I knew that this time I wouldn’t come back out. I grabbed for anything, anything that could help. My hand just barely grabbed a small looking glass. I held it to her face, and in an awful shriek not know to man she flew back into the mirror. Then I realized, she was her own downfall.