The Events At Northwood City

It seems to pull you in as you stare at it. How did it get there? Suddenly, a chapped hand reaches out and grabs your collar. You gasp for breath, trying to break free of the strong grip, but to no avail. You swear you hear some hissing and…laughter? It sounds like a feminine voice mixed with static, causing it to sound monotone. Another dry hand reaches out of the mirror and grabs your neck directly, but this one is stained with blood. Fresh blood. It fills your nostrils with an unholy scent and you wrinkle your nose automatically. You're about to scream when the hands pull you into the mirror. The glass cuts your skin and your screams echo through the black seemingly-empty space, but there's no one there but those hands.