Betty's POV. 

I stood frozen before the strange mirror, watching its surface move like quiet water as it looked almost alive.

My heart beat faster as I slowly lifted my hand. I didn’t know why I wanted to touch it, but something about it pulled me closer.

The moment my fingers touched the cool, wet surface, a sharp chill ran through me. Before I could pull back, the mirror rippled and swallowed my hand then my whole body.

I was pulled into a tunnel of swirling colours of emerald green, ...