It's been a while since I last saw this.

  I was surrounded by darkness. A door stood in front of me. The door was made of a dark wood. I looked closer and saw scratch son the door, like some kind of animal was scratching at it.

  I slowly walked up to the door, turning the handle and stepping inside.

  The room was full of books, bottles filled with strange things, and other different objects. My gaze slowly drifted to a mirror hung on the wall. It was a big mirror. The room was cluttered, except for a path, leading from where I stood to the mirror.

  As I walked towards the mirror, I began to feel anxious. The closer I got, the more I wanted to turn around and run away. But I couldn't, curiosity had me. I wanted, no, needed to know why. Why should I run from this mirror?

  I stopped right in front of it, gazing at my reflection. Nothing scary to me.

  Then I began to have a strange urge to touch the mirror. My hand began to lift up, reaching over to it. I hesitated for a moment. A nagging feeling that I shouldn't be here, but I pushed it aside.

  When I put my hand on the mirror, it passed though. I smiled, it was kind of cool.

  Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my arm, pulling me into the mirror. I began to panic. I tried to pull my hand out, but the hand had a strong grip.

  When I passed through the mirror, I was on a dirt path. On either side of me was a thick forest of thorns. There was a dark glow illuminating the path. I was terrified, but not by my surroundings. I was terrified because of the thing that grabbed my arm.

  In front of my stood the Dystopian me.

"Hello again."