Nelly was scared, but she was yet to be. As her never ending strive to seek out the things that hide beneath. An interesting, yet childish, curiosity. She wanted to see more of the dark world, hidden in this scene.
And so! With days and slowly passing hours, the girl dedicated her free time, to witness the horror, just a speculation of what a distorted image should be...a nightmare hidden in the mirror debris. Although, nothing appeared to happen, not even a single appearance of the demon... Wait, alas!
Once again in a midnight dreary night, as she wrote her deepest feelings, in a diary shaped as a girly heart. She witnessed something, that scared her deeply, though intrigued her into entering the bath. From there shone a light that blinded even the ones cursed to not see that beautiful sight. Rainbow like tapings came from the tempered glass. It was like a creature wanted to escape from it, and nothing more, tonight.
An old and nearly rotten hand emerged and gripped her by the shirt, pulling her little body to fall in the vortex of that wicked world.
And spin did she not, and creatures did she saw? Furious images of a contorted land with nothing but death grinned and growled.
Whatever happened to the girl, who only pleaded for something amusing, not dread to shake her head. Not fear to break in her skin and slither the poison that was in. Turning her soul into a mixture of a writing and a poem, composed with a broken quill.
The trippy ride ended abruptly as had it began, while some footsteps echoed around the bathroom and stopped all the fun. Those were the ones of Nelly's mother. She was pale and couldn't believe her child was so late up, and not asleep. Shaking her standing body, she was a witness of her dream. The little one was brought back, and was crying like not before. And her wish to be brought back to her room was never…Nevermore.