I'm standing in a metallic room, the walls are rusted and there are cables hanging from an almost caved in ceiling. The room starts to glow red, the rust retreats into the corners of the room and the almost caved in ceiling comes to life and fixes itself. I turn around to find the source of the glow, a red and black wooden door with no knob or handle. I get this agitated feeling on my nose, my nose twitches and the feeling goes away. I walk towards the door which seems to slowly begin to open with every step I take. As I approach closer and the door opens more and more I hear this suspenseful music getting faster and louder. The music becomes so unbearable so I turn around and shout at the empty metallic room "Shut up!" All becomes silent until I hear the wooden door hit the metal wall after opening all the way. there is something standing behind me in the open door way. My nose becomes more agitated than before so I my head until the feeling goes away. Then I Then I turn around to face whatever is standing behind me. I see a mirror. The thing standing behind me was my own reflection. I sigh as I examine the mirror that takes up all the space behind the door. I looked my reflection in the eyes and said allowed with a calming down voice "That scared the shit out of me." I am filled with horror when my reflection smiles, of it's own accord and says "I know, I was watching." I stumble backwards towards the opposite side of the metallic room, not taking my eyes off my reflection. The other me's right hand turns into a metallic claw which cuts threw the mirror like if it was plastic wrap. My reflection enters the room laughing. He pulls off his face to reveal one covered in burn scares. As he approaches the agitating feeling returns to my nose more annoying than the previous times. He laughs a deep laugh and then says "Welcome to my world bitch." Then he gets this panicked look on his face as I slowly move my right arm towards my nose. He charges at me, as my hand reaches my nose. All turns to black as I taste and smell shaving cream. I'm in my bed and I hear familiar laughter. I sit up to discover shaving cream in my right hand and around my nose and mouth. I look towards the origin of the laughter to see my little sister rolling on the ground laughing. She said between laughs "I can't believe it worked." I examined the floor around her to discover dad's shaving cream and a hug pink feather from mom's boa. I smiled and started laughing and said to reassure myself "It was just a dream." That was when we heard a blood gurgling scream from the boy next door.