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The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Twisted and drawn, the woman's features sunk into her sallow skin like blueberries in pancake batter. The pitiful sight of her slight frame against the faded busy wallpaper amplified her defeated air, small as she appeared in her tattered, oversized housecoat. Ignoring the screams of my better judgement, I leaned in closer to stare into her cavernous eyes, searching for some sign of life. She mimicked the movement, staring back vapidly. I felt the hairs on my neck stand up as a tepid, stagnant breeze wafted over me. The woman wrinkled her nose and recoiled. "I'm losing my mind" I mused, turning to exit the bathroom. I crossed the hall and made to descend the staircase, pausing knowingly to brush a stray piece of Lego aside before setting my foot on the top step. Halfway down, I heard a faint set of footprints approaching the top of the stairs. "You'd better be planning on cleaning these up on your way down!" I called back. Rounding the corner to enter the dining room, I heard the tiny piece of plastic ricochet from the wall to the floor.