Chapter 2: Deep Crap

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Abby P.O.V

 I sat there for about 15 minutes before i knew there was something wrong. I hopped out of the Corvet and headed towards the man at the counter.

"Yes ma'am?"

He slightly scared me, but I bet he was a nice guy on the inside.

"My friend... erm... Dacey. Yea she came in here probably 15 minutes ago to use your bathroom. She hasn't returned. I'm getting worried."

I looked away, afraid he was noticing me stare at his odd eye.

"Oh. Yes. I warned her. I knew it! She was too curious. Here's a flashlight. Come back in 5 minutes. I believe she is gone."

"What do you mean? Gone?"

"She won't be returning anytime soon ma'am."

"Okay..."

I walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

"Dace?"

I pushed on the door, and reluctantly it opened. I turned on the flash light and roamed the tiny bathroom. I reached the mirror, but the light didn't reflect. I walked closer. Still none. I touched the glass and my hand went through.

It all came to me. She loves mirrors. She fell in. Or did she? I touched the glass again. And again. Each time I put my hand further. It felt as if my hand went through water, and then reached air. I looked at my phone. It's been 7 minutes.

I put my face through the "glass" and took a look around. it was the bathroom. The same one I was standing in. The bathroom had light, and it was clean, and smelled wonderful. I pulled back into the actuall bathroom and ran out.

"SIR! I WENT THROUGH THE MIRROR! I SWEAR. IT FELT LIKE-"

"Ma'am. Calm down. I beleive you. But what you did there, going through, is going to cause you some problems. I work here for a reason Darling."

"Well.. could you tell me if she'll make it back alive?"

"Honey. Just calm down. We can figure this out later. For now, you are the one in deep crap."

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