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I noticed that the clothes on a woman were a dazzling red wedding dress, which was very eye-catching in the darkness.

Red originally represented joy, but the red wedding dress I saw at this moment made me feel an ominous feeling. I really wanted to look away, but I found that I couldn't do it. Perhaps it was because this woman was too beautiful, and she had an indescribable attraction on her body. Later, when I talked about this to a friend, he insisted that I thought it was beautiful and that I kept looking at her.

However, then I saw the woman in the mirror slightly raised her head and looked directly at me with an empty and dull look. For some reason, when she really met the woman's eyes, I actually had the illusion that the black beads were not eyes, but two deep black holes, pulling my soul out little by little, and then sucking it into the mirror. At that moment, I really figured out why I couldn't look away.

Even after so many years, I still can't forget the feeling of that day. Every time I pay more attention to the woman, I feel that my soul has been pulled out. In the end, my soul seems to be close to the mirror. Only the woman's face is left in my sight. Facing those eyes at close range, I feel that my soul is even more uncontrollably going into the mirror. This feeling is like being in a big vortex, constantly being pulled towards the center of the vortex, and finally being ruthlessly swallowed by the water waves.

After that, I tried to recall what I was thinking when I was about to be pulled into the mirror many times. But after thinking about it, I found that I didn't think of anything at all at that time.

At this time, I was already in the face of the woman in the mirror and was unable to struggle. Whenever I recall this, I would remember that when I was a child, I learned to swim with my second uncle who lived on the water. He threw me into the water and let me drown in it for a while. At that time, I also tried to struggle hard, but in the end I just fell into the water little by little. When I passed my eyes in the turbid river water, I seemed to vaguely see a black shadow pulling my body into the water. Just as now, a red figure stretched out his hand to pull me into the mirror.

On that night, my soul slowly sank into the mirror like it fell into the water and threw itself into another world. I don’t know what would happen if my entire soul completely sank into the mirror. If you think about it in the better direction, maybe you would go to another world and start a new life, or like the legend, become a wandering ghost in the mirror and will never be reborn.
Chapter completed!