Short dark fantasy available from Shadowfire Press (Oct. 2, 2009) Coming soon... When Lissa removed the pan of popcorn shrimp from the oven, the tiny forms reminded her of mangled body parts, twisted and mutilated. She scraped the image from her mind as she transferred the shrimp onto a serving platter. Such thoughts had plagued her since Selena had set her grandmother's old crystal ball on the dining room credenza and hung the matching mirror above it. "Did you remember the cocktail sauce?" Lissa called to her roommate, who was still fussing with her costume in the bathroom. "It's in the bag on the counter." Selena's voice carried across the living room like a disembodied spirit. A chill passed over Lissa. She had to stop this, it was ridiculous. She shook off the chill as she carried the platter to the table, but halted in fear. Out of the corner of her eye, dark shapes moved inside the mirror, escaped its confines, then soared to the ceiling. When she gasped and whirled to face it, the mirror was flat, static. The only image in it was hers. That scared her more than anything. She wasn't even ready, and people would be showing up soon.