<div align="center">(http://a2.mzstatic.com/us/r1000/019/Purple/ea/63/dd/mzl.ickyokyf.320x480-75.jpg)</div><br/>Mirrors have always held a place in society.  Whether they are used for simple grooming or scientific research into light and sound wavelengths, they have always remained and always will remain.  Just as they will always remain in our world, so will the legends, myths, and superstitious tales that circulate around them as well.  One such common belief is that breaking a mirror is seven years bad luck.  The reason behind this myth?  Mirrors are said to reflect the soul, and so breaking a mirror breaks the soul, taking it seven years to regenerate.  Another myth is that mirrors cannot tell a lie, revealing only the truth.  Seeing something that shouldn't be there is a bad omen.  Regardless of what you believe, one thing is clear, since the gate to the Underworld was accidentally uncovered, mirrors act as doorways, reflecting one's innermost thoughts on any reflective surface on the other side of the mirror where a person might become trapped until they are either saved, or lost in the mist to become a restless spirit.  Abigail was finding that out first hand, beating her hands against the same mirror she had gotten pulled through, the ghostly apparitions turning out to be hideous creatures that had for whatever reason, disappeared after she had been pulled through, but not before they had given her a rather giant fright.  The nightmare was just beginning of course, but she didn't know that until she heard laughter from behind.  Turning away from the drug store window that had served as her entry into this fucked up place where the sky was covered in perpetual mist that was tinted a strange sickly green and the ground was covered in black stone and pools of what appeared to be blood, Abigail's eyes opened wide as she saw the Dojo appear before her out of the mist.  It wasn't right however, being far too big and ominous looking.....and the more she thought about it, the more it made a twisted kind of sense since it looked exactly how she saw it....a prison.  She knew she shouldn't, but Abigail couldn't help but slowly approach the wooden double doors that slowly opened with an audible squeal, as if the hinges hadn't been lubed up in ages.  She heard the laughter again as the doors slammed shut behind her the moment she cleared the threshold, sealing her within the Mirror Dojo of her subconscious mind....<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://wwjtd.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/scary-mirror.jpg)</div>