This summer I went to a drama conservatory called Bend Theater for Young People (BTYP). When everyone had their roles for the play, the girls got a "dressing room" that came to be known as "The Glass Room". One of the girls had a Ouija board that we were using as a prop, and one thing you MUST understand about The Glass Room: it was incredibly dark and creepy. From the outside you could kinda see in, but about five feet in there was a partial wall that we changed behind. And behind it, it was about a 10-by-eight space, and some of us got really creeped because you COULDN'T SEE THE WALLS! Anyway, when the director banned the use of the Ouija board, I made one (I'm a Wiccan, so if you believe, it works), and it was really cool. Anyway, that's not all. I was sitting in there with two of my friends, and they freaked and left. So I was sitting in there, all by my lonesome, when a dark and shadowy face appeared in the mirror. It grinned maniacly at me, and dissapeared. I was about to sit down when a huge ripping sound, like flesh and bones being torn (I kid you not), echoed though the room. I ran out of there hell bent for leather, as you can imagine. Now, I assure you, I am not on drugs, and I also assure you I'm not crazy. However, I'm a writer, and I do have an overactive imagination. So, was it truth... or the product of and imagination gone wild? You decide.