"Aww, do I have to?" Jordan complained to his mother.

"Yes. You have to clean out the basement. Maybe you'll find some cool toys here."

"Fine." He muttered. "With our luck, it's nothing but old antiques." He grunted. He, his sister, and his parents had just moved into a new house, and the only place they hadn't cleaned out yet was the basement. His father had checked, and as far as they could tell, it wasn't infested. Jordan opened the door and walked down the steps. His only thought was, I hope this doesn't take too long--Damn... This place is huge. It's gonna take me hours to clean it up.

He sighed to himself. "All right, no use putting it off. Let's see what I have to sort through." He stepped down the last step, and walked through the dark basement, finding the light switch. "Perfect." He muttered. Everything was coated in thick dust and cobwebs. He looked around, and jumped, his heart beating hard for a second or two, then he realized what he was seeing was just his reflection in a mirror. Wait... His reflection? He walked to the mirror. It was a large, ornate mirror with a wooden frame. Somehow the wood had not rotted, and t here wasn't a speck of dust on the entire thing. "Odd..." He murmured. The smooth, polished surface of the mirror drew him in, and he stepped closer to it, entranced. The image of the room began to shimmer ever so slightly as he went closer, and for an instant he thought he saw something else overlaying it, another room, and a man. He quickly turned around, and tripped over a stray object, falling backwards. He barely managed to avoid hitting the mirror. He stood back up, and touched the mirror gently.... And then it began to ripple, almost like water, and his fingers went through with almost no resistance....