No matter what door we go through, we can’t seem to find a way out. One doorway even put us in a closet.

We’re about to leave when a voice whispers, “I have come for you.” We’re completely freaked and just stand still trying not to breath.

Then we hear, “Go to the mirror.” Buq whispers, “That’s him, that’s the ghost,” and I’m telling him to shut it cuz someone’s gonna hear us and then we’re really screwed.

Buq just can’t stand it and cracks the door open a tiny bit just in time to see the amazing singer disappear through a giant mirror. Now Buq is literally pulling me out of the closet, and we can see that the mirror is open like a door. I tell him there’s no way I’m going through that freaking thing, and he’s like “fine,” he’s going, and I can do what I want.

Then the jerk goes through the mirror. Now I’m just standing there by myself. I am not going back into all that theater craziness, and I’m sure not staying in this room by myself. The mirror starts to close, so I run and jump through it just in time for it to rip my dress.

It’s pitch black. I can’t see anything and I bump right into Buq. We can’t see anything, so we figure all we can do is follow “whisper guy’s” voice and maybe find a way outta there.