Mitchie Torres walked, or trotted, toward the doors, attempting to get them open, her eyes filled with fear. He was after her.

"No!" She banged her hand against the glass, the window of the door didn't even budge. It was still 2 o'clock, but it was pitch black out the window. There was no one there to save her.

Suddenly, a howl like yell came from several feet away from her. He was coming after her. Running to the nearest bathroom, Mitchie stared at the mirror for the longest time. A loud "BANG!" rang through the hall, causing Mitchie to jump in surprise and fall on her but on the cold floor.

Standing up, what happened next scared her to no end. As she stared at the glass mirror, tentacle like arms reached out, trying to pull her in. They slithered around her waist and yanked hard, dragging her poor, defenseless body into the mirror, to be locked forever away. The only thing on her mind was,

"HELP!"

And she screamed as loud as she could, her entire body being absorbed my the mirrors aura.

"AHHHHH!!!"

And to this day, no one had ever seen Mitchie Torres again, until one unfortunate day, where someone heard her.