The old mirror called to Sarah Jones. A whisper in her ear, a soft musical tone, an insistent voice calling her to come to the old mirror. At first, Sarah had shrugged off those whispered calls and thought it was her overactive imagination. Yet the whispers continued to summon her.

Sarah Jones, 20 something of age, medium build, medium height and medium intelligence. Dark hair, brown eyes. In about every way, Sarah Jones was as average as any woman might be. And that was what the old mirror wanted from her. The very averageness of Sarah was what the old mirror desired and thrust for.

Asleep in her bed every night, Sarah would have dreams. These dreams would be her very undoing. The old mirror sensed those dreams and imaginations and used them to manipulate those thoughts toward more profound and darker mysteries inside Sarah’s mind. Urges were stirred, images painted, and desires and needs were mingled into a growing need to make all these feelings and emotions become not just night dreams but actual objective and physical reality.