As if enchanted, the girl ran the tip of her index finger along the wooden frame that framed the mirror. A dreamy smile froze on her lips. Suddenly the smooth mirror surface began to spin in circles, as if someone invisible had thrown a stone into the water. In confusion, Rachel wanted to pull her hand away, but an invisible force held her tightly, not allowing her to budge or retreat. No matter how hard she pulled, her hand did not leave the frame. The first fear gave way to panic, which overwhelmed her like an avalanche when, looking at her reflection in the mirror, she noticed that it was gradually turning pale, giving way to someone’s shadow. Before her eyes, the silhouette took on the outline of a human figure: now a man stood in front of her next to her own dim reflection.