A reflection is what you think you would see when you stare into the depths of a glassy surface. Your own face, staring back at you. This was different. I didn’t recognize what stared back. In fact I was horrified. What I saw was the depths of my nightmares, pale fangs, soulless eyes. I smashed the mirror that day, promising myself that I would never look again, but there are a lot of mirrors in the world, and this was only one.