Thursday morning. Elizabeth was shaken awake. She looked around, lost, until it resolved into the loungeroom. Laura was the culprit, Jeanie was in the guest chair, a blanket half wrapped around her.
Last night... Had been a brief investigation into the mirror. Jeanie had been very excited at the prospect of directly encountering the supernatural, for a while at least. The idea had been to watch TV while they waited to hear something else happen, but by the time 2:00 rolled around everyone had agreed that the plan was lost, and it was time to sleep.