An odd silence filled the empty house as the man stared himself in the mirror. He lived in isolation, which he had strove to do for years. Running a comb through his graying hair, he suddenly froze, his eyes locked before him in horror. A dark hand reached out from the thick glass, wrapping it's pointed fingers around his slender throat. The hand gave a light squeeze, earning a small squeak from the man, and then retracted, pulling him into the mirror.
"Yes! Congratulations on your new home. I should warn you though... the last person who lived here mysteriously disappeared."
"Oh, it's alright. I'm perfectly aware of what happened."