When the elevator doors opened on Level -18, I caught the scent of the gardenias my wife always used.
Right before my eyes stood Apartment 404, the one I had just left. Even the coffee on the table was still warm, exactly as I remembered it.
My neighbor pointed out the window in terror. Where the city skyline should have been, there was nothing but an endless void.
A cold female voice suddenly announced, “Welcome to Mirror Abyss Apartments.”
“Rule One: Residents on every floor must kill their own reflections before midnight.”
“Otherwise, they will be trapped in the mirror world forever.”
I stared at the smiling “me” in the mirror. In his hand was the bloodstained tie my wife had been wearing the night she disappeared.
