John saw that mirror at the market, and an invisible force forced him to buy it. He got home perplexed. “John!” A mournful voice shouted at him from somewhere in the room. He got up from his bed and froze when he saw a girl reflected in the mirror.A noise at the door distracted him; he saw a letter sliding across the threshold. When he opened it, it fell out from his hands. It said: “The mirror doesn’t reflect you… yet.” He quickly broke the mirror.
Darkness. He opened his eyes. Now, he was on the other side of the glass and the market on the other one. The story repeated itself.
Wilson