"Scott, my son help us. Were trapped. Help us!"

It was all just a dream.

MORNING

I was in the kitchen, eating cereal, with my dad's top hat in front of me. Then it was shaking and Ethan popped out.

"So, whats for breakfast?" , he said,

"Carrots." , I responded.

He gave me a glare and went back in the hat. Then I heard that voice again, "You belong here." , it said.

"What's wrong?" , Ethan said,

"N-Nothing." , I said.

I went into the attic and Ethan followed. I saw the mirror and took a close look at it. I touched it and it started to glow, I put my hand in the mirror and something was pulling me!

"Don't worry, I'll help you!" , Ethan said as he jumped onto my shoulder,

"How's this helping?!?" 

As I tried to pull my arm back, the thing that was pulling my arm pulled it stronger. It pulled so hard that we went through the mirror. When we went through the mirror we were falling from what looked like 300ft.

"Well I guess this is the end. It was fun while it lasted." , Ethan said,

"While what lasted?" , I asked,

"I don't know that's usually what they say in movies." , he said,

Then we were falling to our doom...