It wasn't often that Charlie wandered over to the ghost dorms. It wasn't as if he really was buddies with any of the see through type dead. There was no telling why Charlie decided to wander on in the dorm and have a look around. He him self probably wasn't all that sure why he'd decided this was probably the best idea ever. Charlie mistaking the ghost dorm for the undead dorm could have been one reason or the fact that the demon just sort of went where he pleased could have been another. None of that really mattered. Charlie was here now and thats all that really counted for anything.

For a while the demon was happy to just wander through the many halls the ghost dorms had to offer. Its strangely bright lit halls had a bit of a calming effect on our young hero as he went further down the winding corridors. That was until something in one of the halls caught his attention. A reflective rectangle of an object hanging on the wall with a modest trim and mediocre ornaments around it. In the center of the object Charlie could see him self and the plentiful stretch of corridor behind him.

Of course it had dawned on him that he was indeed looking in to a mirror. But it didn't fully register in his brain that was exactly what was going on here. Maybe he was being a little thick even for him self or maybe he just really wanted to see what would happen if he took off one of his skull patterned rain boots and punted it to the reflective rectangle of a mediocre mirror. Contact with a rain boot punted at such force would cause just about any mirror to shatter. And thats just what this one did.

No time was wasted by the pink haired demon. He hobbled all the way to where the shards now gleamed and helped him self to some of the bigger fragments. His boot had almost been forgotten. Not quite, but almost. It sat in the side of his vision field awaiting to reunite with its masters foot like a good faithful rain boot.

The dimness of this entire situation could be classified as almost comical if Charlie did not slice his hand while collecting shards. There was no scream or any cry for help. Charlie stared at his fabric covered hand as it started to turn a more crimson of a color. His sleeves happily lapped up the leaking fluids making the little cut more dramatic then it probably actually was.