• I start to panic. What should I do? Who should I call?
    Pipe leakage. The plumber?
    But this is blood! The police?
    But there's some supernatural s**t going on here!
    I start to think, but the evil and eerie laughter kept getting louder and louder. I take a look at the mirror. The hole is as big as my hand! There are rainbow colored objects shaking from side to side and up and down. I'm sure these are clowns! But how? And why? I walk a step closer.
    "Hey! Who are you?" I ask with my voice really low. My body is shaking, my feet are cold, my heart is beating crazy fast and my throat is feeling dry.
    "Oh? Why don't you come in and find out for yourself?" A high-pitched voice said. The voice sounded jolly. The perfect example of a clown's voice.
    "Yeah! Come on in! Why? You don't think you wouldn't fit? You don't think you will belong? We all belong here! We're all equal!" Another voice said. This voice sounded more serious than the first one, but it was still high-pitched.

    My body's shaking gets worse. I decide to run away. I run for the door, but I fall. Something grabbed my arm. I look behind me. There was a really long arm with a red and yellow polka-dotted sleeve grabbing my leg. It was coming from inside the hole in the mirror! It's pulling me in. I try to escape its clutch by hitting the hand with my heel. It let go. I escaped! Or so I thought. Another arm pulled my leg again, causing me to fall on the floor once more. I looked behind me. The other hand was pointing to me. It was doing some kind of hand sign. Exactly what a clown does when performing a magic trick. The hand clenched to a fist. Then it was shaking from left to right. The fist opened and there is a syringe inside! It injected it to my leg. I start to feel drowsy. Now the other hand grabs my other leg too. Now both my legs are being pulled in and I'm falling into unconsciousness. I get dragged up the sink and into the hole in the mirror. The broken blades still on the mirror cut my legs, hands and my face. I fell to the ground on the other side and unconsciousness swallows me.

    "Heeheehee! I wanna have the intestines!"
    "The intestines?! Why would you want that?! I'll get the lungs. Then I'll staple them to my arms! So when I get hungry, I just put my arm in front of me, AND BITE!"
    "Hey! He's waking up!"
    I wake up, but refuse to open my eyes. I do not want to see the horrors of... of.... wherever... or whatever I am in.
    "Hey! Open your eyes! Unless You want us to staple them wide open for you!"
    I quickly open my eyes. Three clowns stood in front of me.
    One was very tall, about 6'2. He is wearing a red and yellow polka-dotted jumpsuit, red shoes and white gloves. It has pink spiky hair, a white pace, a red painted on smile and green triangles above and below his eyes. This is who was pulling me!
    The other is very short, maybe 4'3. It is wearing a plain purple jumpsuit, black shoes and has a yellow party hat. It has long blue dreads. Its face was white with a red painted on frown and a blue painted on tear below his right eye.
    The last one is moderate in height, but is very fat. He is wearing a green and purple striped jumpsuit. He has long, straight green hair. His face in white, has a red painted on half smile and half frown, a black cross from the top to the bottom of his right eye, and blue star below his left.
    "I! Am Oakeez!" The tall one said.
    "And I! Am Glutt! Well, for obvious weight issues! Ahahaha!" The fat one said and bursted into laughter.
    "And I! Am.... Tiny.... If you laugh, I'll make you swallow a razor blade, then I'll reach inside your throat with tongs and leave the tongs in there, wide." The small one said. "I'm just kidding. I'm not tiny. I'm Fuhlee! Ahahaha!"He first scared me, but I guess he's a very jolly person... err.... thing.

    I observe my surroundings. The place is horrible! It looks like a giant red mining cave. Dead bodies and blood covered the whole place. There were rooms and signs above their doors. Torture rooms. This is my exact vision of hell.
    "Where am I?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
    "Shhh!!! You might wake up the dead guys.. Oh wait! They're dead! Ahahaha!" The smallest one said. Fuhlee. They all had similar laughs. All high-pitched and eerie.
    "You wanna know where you are?" Oakeez asked me.
    "Yes!" I screamed.
    "What the f**k?! Pipe down! Or do you want me to staple your LIPS?!" Glutton threatened me.
    "Alright. I just really wanna know where I am." I pleaded.
    "That's all?" Oakeez asked.
    I do not know what he could've meant by 'that's all?'. "Yes." I said softly.
    "Then you don't want to to go home? You just wanna know where you are?" Glutton asked me, he was fighting a laugh. Now I know what Oakeez meant.
    "Oh! No! I wanna go home!" I said in surprise.
    "NO! TOO LATE! AHAHAHA!" Fuhlee screamed and laugh his eerie laugh.
    Oakeez snapped his fingers.

    We are now at some kind of studio. Bright lights, cameras, and an audience. Wait. At closer inspection, the audience in a group of dead people! I take a look in front of me. The three clown were all at front, they are in suits. Is this a game show? I look above their heads. There is a giant neon sign.

    It says; THE ECHO SIDE.