Jackie wanders into a forest, unsure where she was or how she got there. Overhead, the thick canopy choked out the sunlight, casting long, twisting shadows across the damp earth. A shiver crawls down her neck to spine, she feels like she’s being watched. The forest seems to lose colors until it was all black, white and grey. She seems to walk for hours, when she comes to a clearing in the middle of the trees. There is a just a mirror, a vintage one in fact, like the one her dad used to have. ~by Gh0st_