““The smallest objects in the room began to spin round and move close to the mirrored object in the room. I managed to duck as a chair came flying toward my head and missed me by a few millimeters. I could feel myself being pulled in, being dragged like someone was physically pulling me across the room. It was hard not to begin to move forward. I couldn’t stop myself. I tried to grab onto an object, but my hand slipped, and I went flying. Fran’s arm caught me, but she wasn’t strong enough; we both went flying toward the mirror. Faster and faster we were falling, falling downward in a horizontal room. I felt like I was about to hit the floor, like I was going to fall and fall forever. I was scared for Fran and especially scared for me. Eventually, we were consumed by the light. It was hard to breath. I couldn’t feel, hear, or see anything.””
