Dark purple lightning flashed in the night sky, cutting clouds swirling in black smoke and illuminating for a moment the gloomy castle towering on top of a tall cliff at the foot of which the waves lapped.

From the side of the majestic building seemed completely empty - you can not see people, not warm warm light, typical of any apartment house, from the windows. Only occasionally a strange kind of unnatural greenish light flashes in the windows, as if someone, holding a single light source in his hands, ran past the windows.

Skipping through another corridor, Jill nervously shook the lamp of chemical light. The green plastic stick dimmed, fading away. Rejecting the exhausted lamp to the side, the girl snatched another similarly slightly out of her shoulder bag, cracked it slightly, crunching with plastic, and took a breath with relief when the unnatural - this time blue - glow splashed in all directions, dispersing the thickening gloom .

Jill did not remember how she got into this castle. Just at some point she realized that she was wandering through the stone corridors, with a supply of plastic lamps. With some kind of sixth sense, the girl felt that someone was watching her from the darkness and only the faint glow of HIS prevented him from approaching her. The lamp in the bag no longer remained, and, throwing off the useless bag, the girl felt more and more how an icy bundle of horror was growing in her chest. She had already run around the entire first floor, but could not find a single door leading outside.

Now she was in a panic rushing around the castle, in search of salvation. The girl was even ready to jump out of the window - only heavy lattices prevented - just not to be left alone with what was hidden in the darkness.

With a force of pushing another heavy door, Jill carefully slipped into another empty room. As in all other parts of the castle - not a trace of dust, only a small mess on the dressing table - as if the room's owner primped herself in front of the mirror and came out for a second.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jill caught some movement. Screaming, she jumped, turning and pulling her hand in that direction. Blue light snatched out of the darkness a huge, full-length mirror that reflected a nineteen-year-old girl with long, straight, jet black hair. Several strands were painted blue, which, however, with the current lighting was almost imperceptible. She was wearing a black tight T-shirt with the logo AC / DC and ordinary classic jeans. No shoes on the girl was not, but for some reason, the cold, standing on the bare stone floor, she did not feel. On her hands were leather bracelets with small metal spikes. Cosmetics on the face was the very minimum - only the eyes were thick with mascara. Jill did not belong to any subculture, she just liked that style.

Having calmed her heart pounding, Jill mentally called herself an idiot and headed towards the exit from the room, but for some reason her eyes did not want to open up from the mirror. Stealthily, the girl cautiously approached the glass surface, trying to understand what seemed to her wrong. Frozen in front of the mirror, she peered warily at her reflection. It seems everything was in order.

Jill stretched her hand forward, intending to touch the glass and at the same moment a simple thought pierced her — her reflection was moving a little late from her! She started, intending to stop the hand, but her thought did not have time to overcome the inertia of the body and the tip of her finger touched the cold surface.

For a moment, which seemed like an eternity to a girl, nothing happened, and Jill was fascinated by the nails of her mirror twin, neatly covered with black varnish. A shy hope appeared in the girl's heart that nothing would happen.But a moment later, from the point of touch, there was a slight crackling sound, and from under the finger of the girl, cracks began to flow, creeping ever faster into all sides, distorting and dividing the mirror surface into hundreds and thousands of parts. Another moment and the mirror literally exploded with a billion sparkling fragments, each of which, in turn, was dispelled into fine dust that was deposited on the stone floor.

And although Jill stood just a step away from the glass, and everything happened so quickly, she did not have time to bounce, none of the fragments even touched her skin.

When the impulse came from the brain to the extremities and Jill finally jumped a good two meters, the mirror no longer existed and even glass fragments did not soar in the air. Now before the girl was a small corridor, ending with a spiral staircase, which led away somewhere to the right and up. After some hesitation, Jill threw up her hand with a clamped plastic lamp, illuminating the secret passage, and stepped inside.

Taking a deep breath, calming herself, the girl stepped on the first step when a cold crackling sound came from behind. Looking around, Jill saw that a mirror had reappeared behind her back, on whose surface the last cracks were being smoothed out. Second - and before her again a clean image of a frightened girl.

Returning a few steps back, she touched a smooth surface with a chilling hand. Nothing. No cracks, and the reflection this time is very ordinary. There seems to be no turning back. Sighing again, the girl began to slowly climb the stairs.

New trouble occurred after a couple of dozen turns. From somewhere above there was a strange noise. Continuing to rise, Jill pricked her ears, listening to the sound, growing stronger, trying to understand what he reminded her until she froze in place, not daring to go straight to possible danger.

But to her surprise, the noise was still increasing. In the light of the lamp, the first small shadows flashed as Jill remembered what that sound looked like. Slamming hundreds of small wings.

A cloud of bats flew at the squealing girl. More precisely, they flew past her, but for some reason each mouse considered it her duty to cling to the girl’s hair, clothes, before flying further. Jeans turned out to be more resistant to the effects of sharp claws, although they got dozens of holes, but in a matter of seconds the shirt was torn to shreds and did not fall off the girl’s shoulders only thanks to some miserable three threads, but honestly Chinese tailors. However, the worst was different - the last ten bats snatched the saving light source out of the hand - a plastic wand disappeared around the turn of the stairs, flying farther and farther away from the frightened girl.

At the same second, the surrounding darkness seemed to have gained density, condensing a little lower down the stairs, cutting off Jill's way to the lamp. Acquired density - and began to move on the girl. At some point, Jill even thought that she hears footsteps.

The girl did not begin to understand - holding the cloths left over from the shirts with her hand, she rushed up the stairs, away from the shadows.

How she overcame the stairs Jill did not fill. Just at a certain moment I realized that the staircase was over and she found herself in a single, rather spacious room. In the huge, to the ceiling, the windows, from which opened a beautiful view of the stormy sea, flashes of lightning continually penetrated, and on the whole it was light enough for the girl to look around.

However, the situation was not worth the close attention - a few comfortable-looking chairs, aimed at the side of the window, and a coffee table. Apparently, this room was used for observing the sea and meditations.

Jill rushed to the chair, intending to tear off the armrest and use one as a weapon, but quickly abandoned the idea - furniture was too strong. The girl was just aiming at a coffee table that looked rather flimsy when steps were clearly heard behind her back. Feeling her heart lick in her chest, Jill turned around.

An impenetrable darkness swirled in the doorway, from which a man unfamiliar to the girl emerged at a leisurely pace. His movement was unhurried and imbued with self-confidence. Lips wandered easy ...