Excerpt: Past Mistakes ~ Working Title of Oplura series

So much dust, everywhere, piles of it, mountains of it, the ceiling falling in pieces to the floor, which is what I was atop now. I got up and walked around the mirror. It seemed I hadn’t even touched it. It was as if I had fallen through it as a ghost would have.
“Hello?” I called out for the old woman with a great sense of déjà vu.
“Hello,” I said, “are you still here?” I guessed the repeat absence by the old woman was normal, though something didn't feel quite right. Looking outside, I realized it was time to get back to the hotel. I dusted off my dress with my hands and my eyes went wide. I saw the book lying on the floor open to a page that seemed straight out of a nightmare. I knelt down to study the page that had taken me aback. There, in black and white, was a picture of a girl pulling open the antique store door. The picture was of me. On the next page was an image where I was falling, with nothing around me. I flipped through the rest of the pages that were mostly blank, less a few strange symbols and some light etchings of things I didn't recognize.
Though I felt bad, I decided I would take the book with me. I left a note at the register with my hotel information and that I would return the next day, not wanting to wait around for the woman if she decided to come back tonight. I heard the howling of the wind waiting for me. I felt the ferociousness of its force on the heavy entrance before I even opened the door.
I pushed on the door so hard that it whipped away from my hand. I tucked my head down and prepared to run into the fiery storm of Mother Nature. My force had been too great in my assault into the elements though as I stumbled out of the door into a calm street.
There was not wind in even the slightest. It was completely still. But beyond still, this busy side street in New York that had been bustling just a few hours ago was now dead quiet. Not one person anywhere, only the sound of my breathing. I looked around at the massive amounts of garbage on the street, more than usual and that is when I looked up.
Skyscraper after beautiful skyscraper was devoid of life and color. I never thought a building could look so dead, but the eyes of the buildings were burst out, glass in the street, a curtain here and there floating menacingly from the open windows.
It was eerie; it was a nightmare, as all the buildings were the same. Monstrous gray buildings that had been glossy with glass and surrounded by foot traffic were now empty and alone. Some were even missing whole wall faces so you could see right into the cubbies left over. Something terrible had happened while I slept, something very terrible.