Introduction: "Some say mirrors are a gateway, to another world. But that world is itself a gateway. Sometimes entities cross over and sometimes they become entrapped inside mirrors. Sometimes the glass might reflect yourself in them. Except that image might just smile back."At least those were the rumors miles had heard, both around spooky campfires at night and from grim fairy tales he had heard as a child. But where his friends scoffed at the idea he hid under his covers. His house was devoid of mirrors, at least where he could get away with it. Even in his bathroom he had hidden his mirror behind a thick black sheet. And sometimes at night he could hear something in the bathroom moving around...{Short one shot}...