Day 1,322

You weren't quite sure what was staring back at you through the carnival mirror but it certainly wasn't your reflection. It wasn't just the usual uncanny feelings that mirror mazes tend to induce, it was the fact that it was looking at you with absolute contempt yet you were sure your own expression was more akin to confusion with a hint of fear.

Turning away you tied to find the exit, your not-reflection following you. For the most part it mimicked your movements perfectly but after ten minutes of wandering about with you, steadily losing all patience, it snapped and began to beat at the glass to get your attention.

Your reflection looked at you like you were an idiot before it began to move with purpose, an unseen force dragging you along with it in a cruel reversal of roles. By the time it found the exit you'd already exhausted all your mental plans to break free from its control and reduce it to a reflection once more.

The prospect of freedom and potentially ridding yourself of the not-reflection took hold of you as you leapt for the exit without so much as a second thought, let alone a backwards glance to make sure that the final mirror wasn't in fact another door that opened in time to you opening the door to your alleged escape.