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I told you to trust me, now I know you were right to have your doubts. I should've listened, we should never have come. You knew there was something wrong about that place, the room of mirrors, but I just had to know. I had to know, what lies at the end of the tunnel we saw, the one in the mirrors. The room was forbidden and for good reason apparently. As soon as I gazed deep within the tunnel I was taken inside.
But where are you? Why am I all alone in this strange place. I can't see properly, everything I hear is a jumbled mess, but the worst thing about this is that when I turn around I can still see the tunnel.
I've already tried to leave through it but I always end up colliding with something, the back of a mirror I suppose.
I've noticed when someone walks by the end, the whispers around me get louder, almost as if they were excited. Perhaps that's how to leave, trade one person for another; I don't like that thought. I am beginning to worry what traded places with me.
There are more people at the other end now. They seem to be fussing over something on the floor. Is it the thing that used me to escape?
The men seem to be worried too, they know what's at the end of the mirror tunnel. Oh, I wish you were here and I wasn't all alone. Where did you go? Why didn't you follow me?
Some of the men are picking up something, it looks heavy. I'm moving closer, maybe if they see me, recognize me, they can help me leave. I don't belong here, I belong with you.
I'm at the back of the mirror again but no one will look at me, they are all watching the men carry the large black bag away. I guess that explains why you aren't with me; you're dead, aren't you? And now I'm really alone, alone with the insane voices, trapped until the end.
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The detective looked at the body on the ground. Few knew of the mirror room, only the ones who had found it some thirty years ago, a few politicians, scientists, and the ones that came from the mirror.
Thirty years ago, the room was studied by the best minds in the world to discover why someone would design such a place. After a few weeks, the inscribed words above each plate of mirror along the walls were translated. It was a hallway, all but one mirror, the one that was on the back of the door used to enter and leave the room, would show the dreams of the person looking into it. But that one mirror, that sole mirror that stood on the exit, was a different one. When the door was closed, it would show the destruction of the dreams, it would show nightmares and remove the viewer from their world.
It was discovered that for the power to capture a person inside the mirror world, another needed to be sacrificed. Many scientists were lost during the few months experiments were being run. Then the room locked itself, as if it had had enough people for awhile. Letters emblazoned themselves on the locked door, saying that it would open when one of the mirror's visions was returned, but none knew what that meant.
The door had then been fitted with a lock and alarm system to notify the superiors of its use. It was that alarm that brought them here. Although they saw no one else in the room, they knew that something had to have come through the mirror and that someone had to have been trapped. "There's only one thing to do now," the detective said as the last of his men left, all being sure not too look up from the floor. The Dream Hallway was to be destroyed to stop any more disappearing, any more deaths. To stop the nightmare, they would destroy their dreams.
What really is at the end of the tunnel of mirrors? What dreams would your mirrors show?
