As Mary stepped into the center of the room, she could see the woman clearly. She suddenly turned her head which was facing the wall on the other side, to now face Mary. The woman was... herself? The woman on the table in front of Mary was identical to herself, from top to toe. Seeming to ignore the magical illusions covering Mary, she stared right into her eyes and started laughing hystericly, while the door behind slammed shut. As sudden as all the other things, Mary could feel something grab her ankles and legs, hindering her from moving. Looking down, she saw.. hands. Disgusting, rotting hands and arms reaching out of the floor by some magical mean grabbing her, more rising towards the rest of her body.