The Secrets of the Casket, Part 57

Mr. Maryweather holds for dear life as his reflection begins to waver and vibrate. A shadow version of himself in the reflection separates from what he's doing in the material world, forcing all of them into a huge whirlpool of power. They are screaming, trying to run away now as he collects them in the casket. Chunks and bleed from his reflection are pulled along with them like a gravitational pull, as you just watch his reflection lose... lose thickness and get light and light. And finally, it closes the casket; everything seems normal other than 20 or 30 very, very bloody cat carcasses on the wall, on the floor outside in the other room.