You’re wandering through a dark antique store. You are completely alone… and yet… and yet… you hear a soft, sighing sound. You hear the sound of hard plastic settling comfortably into hard plastic. You look around. There is no one there. But…
that Peanut M&M resting in his easy chair, holding a TV remote? Was it on that shelf a minute ago? Didn’t you just see that exact same Peanut M&M in a flea market stall off Highway 427 earlier that day?
In fact, haven’t you seen THAT SAME EXACT PEANUT M&M IN AN EASY CHAIR at every flea market, antique store, antique mall, curio shoppe, and bodega you’ve visited this year?
WAIT! THE PEANUT M&M IN AN EASY CHAIR… IT’S GONE!! WHERE CAN IT BE? LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU–
everything goes black.
When you awake, you cannot move. Your limbs are frozen stiff. Yet you are not cold. You aren’t hot either. What are you? What has happened? You slowly, painfully, open your eyes. You are still in that dark antique store, alone. There is a large mirror facing you. You gaze into it. You would scream, if you could, when you see your reflection.