She stands in front of the mirror, the darkness of night permeating her bedroom; she trembles at the sight of deep scarlet on her hands as gown, her heart thundering at the sound of the bed, the dresser and the nightstand collapsing. 

Her gaze returns to the mirror, her features melting into some hideous creature that is walking into the mirror as she hears a voice saying, “Looks like the spirit is stuck in there forever, but what are we going to do with all these bodies?”