The solemn church that I had once been my sanctuary seemed even more disheartening as the thunder struck the gloomy walls. Beyond the light gray window, the sunless clouds clumped together in fury intensifying the thick, saddening atmosphere. My gaze fixed on one site alone: my mother, lying peacefully within her faded lavender casket. She looked peaceful, her silver hair delicately framing her face, and a soft smile lingering on her lips. 

 A quiver touched my lips, my heart pounding in my chest, pleading for me to release the emotions I have kept in since her passing. I clasped my hand in a tight fist, determined not to let the tears welling in my steel gray eyes escape. 

Footsteps echoed through the dark chamber, prompting me to turn around to see who intruded on my last moments with my mother, A stranger, extruding dominant intensity, drew closer to my mother's place of rest. “What a poor soul.” he uttered, his voice filled with heavy pity. “But alas, she met an unfortunate end.” A chill seized my body as if it were not my own, fear overwhelming me. Questions echoed in my mind, triggered by the overpowering force. 

“Look for the mirror.” he whispered as his chill breath touched my neck, and with that breath, the force shattered. I turned only to find emptiness behind me.