From the first night in that house, female moans invaded my dreams. 

Now, I awake to a new sound- tap tap tap- as if someone's rapping on glass. I look, but there's nothing outside the window. 

"Over here," whispers her melodic voice, luring me toward her. 

I find myself staring into the antique mirror. She appears- hauntingly beautiful! Her face angelic. Her body by Aphrodite. 

"Closer," she begs. 

I cannot help but obey. Her image ensnares me. I touch the glass; her hand protrudes the surface, fingers interlocking with mine.

I blink, then gasp in horror, suddenly trapped inside the oval prison.

She smiles... free at last.