Uncanny Proposal

Beth sits downstairs flicking through the TV guide. The living room is quiet, the TV on mute. She is the only one in the house, except for the Hamster on the table next her. It turns in its wheel. Beth suddenly hears a noise upstairs; she has left her radio on. Beth calmly walks up the stairs, she is sleepy and can’t really be bothered, but the background noise is bothering her. She enters the bedroom, lit only by the lamp on her desk, illuminating piles of notes and papers she has in preparation for her forthcoming dissertation. She approaches her radio, which is next to her bed. She is just about to turn it off but then realises that it is repeating the same thing `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves/Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.. Beth is puzzled but quickly retunes the radio.. All mimsy were the borogoves/And the mome raths outgrabe..  but this makes no difference. All that comes out is static and the same lines of the poem. Beth is confused and so decides to turn off the radio but the off switch doesn’t seem to work either. She turns to unplug it but halts as she catches her face in the mirror. Something is not right. Beth moves closer. She touches her face. Confusion and terror. What Beth sees in the mirror is herself, only her face is distorted and covered in burns and scars. It is horrific. She turns away. Twas brillig, and the slithy toves..  is still heard in the background. Beth looks back but the image is unchanged. Still clutching her face Beth runs to her housemates room to check her mirror. She screams as the image remains the same. This can not be true. Beth claws at her face in terror and disgust. She looks at her hand. Under her newly painted nails are flakes of skins. Beth begins to sob. Beth wipes her tears but now seems to wipe off entire layers skins. She ferociously grabs her face, this must get rid of this nightmare. But all Beth can do, is peel more skin from her aching face.