Laura had been awake for so long now. She knew she was headed over the deep end. The voices had told her over and over again that this was the beginning of the end.
With weary eyes she looked into the mirror again. She stared at herself stoned out of her mind. A small demonic creature crawled over her shoulder and laughed a horrible laugh back at her. With flailing arms she lashed out at the little minion from hell. Smacking the mirror over and over again, it shattered sending shards of glass every which direction.
The adrenaline rush was amazing mixed with the high she had already reached. She could feel her pulse in her neck sending what seemed like gallons of blood to her brain. Surprisingly Laura felt tears beginning to run down her face. Picking up a larger piece of broken mirror she strained to see her face in the dim lighting of the room.
“I’s ‘ere to show you da way to da staircase o’ hell.” It hissed.
Laura had done some trippy shit, but never had she seen or heard things like this…