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I could handle mirrors.

I push through the curtain.

Almost immediately, the noise of the carnival softened to a quiet murmur.

“Oh.” I whisper out.

Mirrors stretched in every direction, reflecting thin strips of red light along the floor. My own face stared back at me over and over again.

A low laugh crackled through a speaker somewhere overhead.

“Shit.” I muttered as I jump in surprise.

I held my hands out in front of me and started forward, fingertips meeting cold glass.

Left.

Nothing.

Right.

Another fucking mirror.

I laugh under my breath at my stupidity and turn around.

Someone was standing behind me.

I let out a low scream.

I jump hard and my shoulder slams into the glass behind me.

His face was painted something grotesque, his mouth stretched into a bloody smile as he stared at me through my reflection.

“Okay, you got me.”

Nothing.

I give him an awkward smile before turning down the next opening.

His footsteps follow.

I glance over my shoulder.

He was there.

“Umm, seriously?”

He took another step.

I walk faster.

So did he.

My smile faded.

I turned another corner.

His footsteps follow.