The girl's bathroom was dark, illuminated only by a couple candles on the marble counter. Two girls in Catholic school uniforms, a blonde and a brunette, stood in front of a mirror, twisting the faucet handles on and off, on and off. They flushed the toilets exactly ten times, then returned to the mirror.
"Bloody Mary," said the blonde.
"Bloody Mary," said the brunette.
They flicked the light switch on and off, then chanted the words again.
Suddenly a glowing red face appeared in the mirror.
The girls took one look at it and screamed, running for the door.
They tried the handle, but it wouldn't open, even though it didn't actually have a lock.
When they looked back, they saw a swirling vortex appear in the glass, and a powerful vacuum sucked the air out of the room, tugging on their clothes, pulling their hair, unraveling the rolls of toilet paper from the open stalls, drawing everything impossibly toward the mirror.
The force gained intensity, the girls sliding with a scream across the tile floor.
They grabbed hold of the supporting posts beneath the stall doors, legs flying in the air like they were in a wind tunnel.
A roll of paper towels slid off a shelf, slamming into the brunette's head.
She let out a scream as her hands involuntarily let go of the stall.
"Jackie!" the other girl shouted, but she was too afraid to move.
Jackie's body flew over the sink, her hands flailing at anything that could possibly offer purchase.
"Becky!" she cried, but her friend was in no position to stop her.
"Help!" she screamed in hopes of being heard from outside.
Her fingers caught hold of the lip of the marble counter, but it was wet, and her feet went through the mirror.
The mirror didn't shatter. Instead, it rippled and her feet disappeared.
She slipped, and her calves went in.
She grabbed the faucet, but it was hot. Scalding hot, like it had just been poured into a mold at a faucet factory.
She let go with a scream, her entire body vanishing into the mirror.
Now in tears, Becky kept holding on to the stall.
For a moment, the air seemed to settle, but then the horrible red face appeared right next to her, and she let go with a scream.
She flew backwards and her head hit the counter.
She fell unconscious, hurtling limply through the rippling mirror.