Dial - Season 1 - Episode 88

4 years ago

Dial - Season 1 - Episode 88

There was a large full-length mirror in the middle of the wardrobe, and I stared at my reflection for a long time, still wondering why the glass doors had swung open. Maybe, indeed, there was something wrong with the sensors.

I took several steps back, expecting the doors to close because I was out of range of the sensors, but they remained open. I was in the process of turning away, when I saw something strange.

My reflection in the huge mirror was getting foggy!

It appeared as if there was some sort of smoke in the mirror!

I took slow steps forward, and the smoke in the mirror became denser and thicker, slowly blotting out my image. By the time I was close enough, the mirror was completely filled with a thick plume of smoke, and I could not see my reflection.

I looked around frantically, but there was no smoke in the room!

I looked at the mirror again with bulging eyes, and saw that the smoke was beginning to clear rapidly from the mirror…

And when it was clear again, I realized to my horror that I could no longer see my reflection in the mirror! What I saw in the mirror was a nice beautiful house with a nice garden around it.

My heart started hammering as I looked at the white house in the mirror, feeling so strangely disoriented. For a wild moment I thought I had gone mad, and I was seeing things, but then the front door of the house in the mirror opened and a man came out.

He was dressed in an all-white shirt and trouser outfit, and he was walking rapidly toward me, as if toward a camera…and I saw that it was Nana b0s0mba of Wowo!

I screamed with terror immediately and turned away!

I fled toward the door even though I heard his voice behind me.

“Mr. Biko, Mr. Biko, don’t flee!” he was saying behind me. “Please don’t go! I just want to talk to you! Please don’t be scared!”

But I was terrorized!
I was almost at the door when it swung shut!
Screaming, afraid, disoriented and horribly disoriented, I reached out for the handle, but suddenly I felt a strange power pulling me away from the door, a force like a powerful wind, pulling me relentlessly away from the door and toward the mirror.
“No, no, no, go away, go away!” I muttered with terror.

“Stop being a coward, Mr. Biko!” Nana b0s0mba’s voice said behind me. “Look, I just want to talk!”

“I don’t want to talk to you, aboafun like that!” I whispered tightly as I fought the wind pulling me back, my hand stretched toward the door. “Leave me alone, Mr. Wowo, just leave me the fu*k alone!”

But of course it was a battle I was not going to win.

I was drawn back relentlessly until I was near enough to the mirror. I stopped struggling then, beaten and bullied beyond any hope. My shoulders were drooped, and my strength was gone. I fought down the tears by gnashing my teeth savagely, and then I turned slowly and faced the mirror.