Rushing,rushing. Five steps to the traffic light , left , right . Rush to work… I stop.Those statues . Every single time I pass them I have to stop . Everything about them is just… wrong . Why are they even there ? Especially with all the …incidents. I am about to turn away when I hear something . Something whispering . I lean closer to the statues and hear it again . What is it ? ”It is coming ” I hear . This is not right . I want to run but I’m frozen . I can feel hands on my shoulders and suddenly I am falling , falling into a world of mirrors .