Charlie walked into the bathroom side by side with Donna. They were talking about the recent events.
"I mean, you bring these strangers into my house and they ask me things like that?" Donna simply wasn't pleased. She had that tone in her voice she always had when she blamed Charlie for things that she knew weren't Charlie's fault.
"They were only trying to help. Please, Donna, you have to believe me."
"What? About Bloody Mary?" She looked at herself long and hard in the mirror above the sink.
"Please, I know it sounds crazy-"
"Crazy doesn't even begin to cover it. I mean it's one thing for my sister to believe this crap, she's 12. But you?" Donna shook her head in utter disgust and confusion.
"Think about the way your Dad died, okay? And the way Jill died," Charlie was grasping at straws, she needed Donna to believe her, but she knew it wouldn't happen.
"Okay so," she turns to the mirror and speaks quickly. "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary"
Charlie gasped and cried out in shock. She glanced at the mirror, than back at Donna. Then at the mirror again. "Why would you do that?"
"Oh my God. There really is something wrong with you" Donna walked off in disgust. Charlie glanced into the mirror again before running out of the room panicked.
Walking along the corridor Charlie glances painfully in every direction, looking for reflective surfaces. She could feel the eyes in the back of her neck, cold accusing eyes. The corridor was empty, but in the window behind her a figure appears. Hidden in the window, half in this world, half in the next, was a woman dressed in black, hair over her face. Unknown to Charlie, she was being watched by the reflection.