As the door creaked open, Tim stepped inside the house he once called a home. He had arrived early at 5:30p.m. His friends were coming at 6, but Tim wanted to give himself time to look around the house he hadn't seen in years and prepare himself for the night ahead. He glanced into the room that was his father's office, where the mirror still hung on the wall waiting to torture Tim again. He shuttered and moved onto the kitchen/living area of the house. Nothing had changed in those rooms, either. All of Kaylie's electric lamps still stood, though they wouldn't turn on, and the box of lightbulbs still sat untouched on the counter gathering dust. It was like the world kept turning outside the house while inside, time stood still.

Tim couldn't find the courage to go up the stairs; they would only be using the first floor anyway, so why bother with the memories? He avoided the office with the mirror, and instead sat on the floor, remembering how the mirror's tricks plays with people's sense of reality. Tim's mind flashed back to the last time he was in the house, right before his second arrest.

***Past***

Tim was screaming. The spirits of the mirror's previous kills were all around him. Tim knew there was no way out; he would die here. The spirits' mouths opened, and instead of the screams it was a beeping sound now. Kaylie's kitchen timer was going off, the one to remind them to reset the anchor. The spirits vanished, and Tim was alone in the room. It was all a trick, Tim thought. He realized he had curled up in a ball in front of the mirror while the spirits were around him. Then it hit Tim… if I can get to the switch and activate it, then I can destroy the mirror. Tim jumped up and ran to the switch. He took one last good look at the mirror and pushed the button, releasing the anchor.

***Present***

Tim's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Tim got up and opened it to his new friends from work. "Hey, guys, ready to kill a mirror?" Tim asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be to shatter an object," Luke stated. "Are you sure that you want to do this? The mirror could kill you this time."

"It won't," Tim said, confident that they'd all escape alive.

"How can you be sure?" Patrick asked as the both stepped inside the house.

"Because this time I have you all," Tim said, leading the other two into the office. "This is the mirror, the Lesser Glass."

"It sure looks evil," Patrick observed, eying the mirror nervously.

"That's because it is, stupid," Luke said, walking up to the mirror for a better look.

"Whatever you do, don't let the mirror get in your head. You can think you're doing one thing, when you're really doing another," Tim warned them.

"This is a weird room. I'm going to explore the other parts of this house," Luke stated and walked out of the office.

"Luke! Wait! You never can tell what tricks the mirror has up its sleeve," Tim warmed him again. He needed his friends to be prepared for whatever may happen tonight.

"It's fine, Tim, I'm just exploring," Luke assured him. Tim and Patrick watched him walk around the kitchen and living area, and then wander up the stairs.

"Should we go after him?" Patrick asked.

"No, he wants to explore, so he can explore," Tim said.

"Tim, you didn't tell me you had a dog," Patrick said as he looked at something Tim couldn't see.

"What dog? There's no pets in this house," Tim said. Then it hit him what was happening with Patrick. "Patrick, you're seeing what the mirror wants you to see. Snap out of it."

Patrick gave him a confused look, but as he turned to watch the dog again, the dog was gone.

"There was a dog! I saw it!" Patrick exclaimed.

"No, you didn't. The mirror has already started playing with your mind," Tim said. "We need to go find Luke."

The two wandered through the house, calling Luke's name.

"Luke! Luke!" Patrick called.

"Luke! Where'd you go?" Tim called as he walked through the upstairs. He opened the door the to his old bedroom, but Luke wasn't there.

"Luke! If you're hiding, this isn't funny!" Tim said, ready to kill Luke for disappearing. He took a deep breath before opening the door to his parents' room. As he peeked inside, there was Luke sitting by the wall where Tim's father had chained his mother just staring out into space.

"Luke! Snap out of it!" Tim yelled. Luke looked at him, a glassy sort of look, and then suddenly shot up to his feet.

"How'd I get up here?" Luke asked, looking around confused.

"You must've walked up here. What did you see?" Tim sighed, knowing the mirror was not wasting any time this time around.

"There was a woman chained to the wall… I wanted to help her," Luke said as he looked back at the wall again.

"There isn't a woman up here, Luke. No one has been in here in years. The mirror tricked you. Get used to it; it's going to be tricking us all night," Tim told him. "C'mon, Patrick's downstairs waiting for us."

"You found Luke! Where was he?" Patrick asked as his friends walked back down the steps.

"He was in my parents' bedroom," Tim said. "We need to break this mirror; it's already playing with our minds."

"I agree," Luke said.

"What do we break it with?" Patrick asked, looking around the empty house.

"We kick it," Tim said. The trio walked back into the office and stood in front of the mirror.

"Ready?" Tim asked his two friends.

"Let's do it," Patrick said.

"Three, two, one," Luke counted them down. All three men kicked out, but not one of them hit the mirror. Tim and Luke went off to the side, and Patrick had kicked under the mirror.

"Again!" Tim said angrily. He was determined to keep his promise to Kaylie, no matter what. They all kicked again, but the same thing happened.

"We can't even make contact with it," Luke stated the obvious, even though it was unbelievable.

"It's not going to win!" Tim said, determined to break the mirror.

"Tim! Tim!" Luke called, shaking his shoulder. Tim shot upright and realized he was sitting on the floor again. He looked around, no longer in the office but in the kitchen/living area. The front door was wide open, and Luke and Patrick were staring at him.

"We need to get back to the mirror," Tim said, standing up to head back to the office.

"Get back to it?" Patrick started; his eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Tim, we just got here."