From the first night in that house, female moans invaded my dreams.
Now, I awake to a new sound- tap tap tap- as if someone's rapping on glass. I look, but there's nothing outside the window.
"Over here," whispers her melodic voice, luring me toward her.
I find myself staring into the antique mirror. She appears- hauntingly beautiful! Her face angelic. Her body by Aphrodite.
"Closer," she begs.
I cannot help but obey. Her image ensnares me. I touch the glass; her hand protrudes the surface, fingers interlocking with mine.
I blink, then gasp in horror, suddenly trapped inside the oval prison.
She smiles... free at last.