Tilly passed the antique store every day on her way to work. She stood for a few moments staring inside at all the furnishings she wished for her own home some day.
On this particular day, there was a new mirror hanging in the display room. She went inside. The mirror was round and heavily embellished in the Baroque style. It wasn’t reflective. She surmised that perhaps it was damaged in some way. Leaning forward, she touched the mirror. Smoke cleared and it suddenly became reflective.
Standing before the mirror, her hands on her cheeks, Tilly gasped. The eyes of an eight year old Tilly stared back at her.
And then she spoke.
“Come play with me.”
Tilly was never seen again.