45 " John"

I gasped as it pulled me closer, dragging me toward the surface of the mirror.

"Let go!" I screamed, struggling to pull myself back, but it was too strong. Panic surged through me as I felt myself being drawn into the glass, the cold surface pressing against my skin, threatening to swallow me whole.

He was smiling at me, an eerie grin that sent chills down my spine as he pulled me closer. I wasn't weak, but I felt powerless against his grip.

As he yanked me into the mirror, everything blurred, and suddenly, I dropped into the garden again. The vibrant colors surrounded me, but the sense of dread lingered.

I scrambled to my feet, heart racing. I needed to get out of here—this place was a trap, and I couldn't let it ensnare me again.

But I heard laughter—Elenore's voice, sweet and haunting. "Is she trapped like me? Is this because of the doctor's black magic?" Panic spiraled within me as I ran toward the sound, desperate for answers.