It's weird when you see your face and it doesn't look like you.
Here, at this window, here's my reflection, but the me that I see reflected is enough to frighten the dead. Maybe my reflection is showing me I am dead?
I must be dead.
Must be, because behind the reflection of my eyes and through the glass's flickering light, I can see Mrs McGinley standing, screaming because I'm scaring her worse than ol' Satan would.
Maybe I am dead and it's my ghost we can both see. Poor cow.
But now Mrs McGinley's weapons are seeing me, too.