David grew still, feeling a chill. You saw something, man. You know you did. He doubted, I didn't see anything.
From right beside him, a light, feminine voice spoke. "David? David?"
He turned, but there was no one there.
The voice spoke again. "David? Daaavid?"
Her tone was soft and sweet, but it sent shivers up his spine. David could feel someone staring at him… but from where? He trembled: the mirror.
"Daaavid? Please look at me, David."
He didn't want to. Every fiber in his being, told him not to. This isn't real, man. You're just having a bad dream. But slowly, he turned his head to the side, and looked into the mirror. Even in the darkness of the room, he could make out the face of a woman in the reflection behind him!