• You're so excited about your new laptop your parents gave you that you could shreak. Of course, you wouldn't, because it's about 7:30 A.M. and your parents are still sleeping.

    Still being aware of the noises that could wake up your parents, you tiptoe torwards your room. You pass the bathroom and your parents room before you get to your room. After you finally get to your room, you let out a tiny, quiet, "Yeep!" as you sit in the chair in front of your desk.

    As you stare into your computer screen, you feel watched. You don't have a clue how to turn on your laptop, so you search the whole thing for a button or something. You can't find one, so you give up. You just stare into that empty screen, feeling mesmorized.

    You stare in deeper, and that reflection of yours sticks out it's tongue. I didn't stick out my tongue, you thought. Then, your reflection winks at you. I didn't wink, and I'm not even sure I know how to wink, you thought. Then, when you think everything's fine now, it gets worse.

    Your reflection sticks out it's hand, right through the computer screen. It grasps your wrist. Paralyzed, you stare at that cold, pale hand that's holding your wrist tighter than possible.

    Your reflection gives a hard tug on your wrist, and you find yourself staring out into your room. Now, you're the reflection and your reflection is you. Your reflection laughs at you. It sounds muffled, but that's probably only because there's a barrier between you two.

    Your nose is stuffed, so you sniff up, expecting a warm aroma. Instead, you smell nothing but bluntness. So technically, you smell nothing. There's probably just nothing to smell here, you think.

    You stare at your ex-reflection as it turns on your computer. Whoops, computer's dead. That's good.

    But when your ex-reflection finds the hammer, it wrecks your brand-new laptop.

    Uh-oh, you're DEAD!