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The sound of his boots stop.

I stop as well, because now I didn’t know where he went.

The music continues, the sound of laughing echoing down the same hallway I was just chased down.

My heart was beating out of my chest, and I bent over to put my hands on my knees to catch my breath.

A laugh bubbles out of my throat as I think of how crazy this was. Maybe, he was just being extra scary or really into his acting.

Well, he sure got me.

Sweat trickles at my hair line, and I stand back up to brush my hair out of my face.

Closing my eyes, I exhale two breaths.

Then, my skin prickles.

He was fucking back, wasn’t he?

Peeping my eyes open, a familiar mask stares over my shoulder through one of the mirrors.

My breath catches.

I spin around.

Nothing.

Only another row of mirrors stretching into darkness.

“Okay, what the hell.” I whisper, laughing nervously.

Movement flickered to my left.

There.

The same mask.

The one from last year.

I turned again, this time faster.

Empty.

Nothing.

My pulse kicked harder.

I’d spent a year wondering if I’d see him again, and now that I had. I couldn’t even figure out where he was.

I looked back at the mirror.

Nothing.

The lights flicker.

A hand closes around my wrist.

I gasped as I was pulled backward, my spine meeting something solid.