The doorbell rang and Nick got up sleepily from his bed, confused he looked at his alarm clock shortly after midnight. Grumbling, he wanted to lie down again when the doorbell rang again, "Who the hell ..." he mumbled and got up and went to the door. Nick lived in a one room apartment in the middle of the city center not a hundred meters away from the campus, he was used to playing doorbell pranks, but twice was new and it was the doorbell in the house and not the one on the street. Scratching his head, he opened the door, the motion detector in the hall went on and ... .. Nothing! Nobody was standing in front of his door, he grumpily wanted to slam the door again when he noticed a package in plain paper that was lying on his doormat. He frowned at the package, hesitantly he opened it and shook it, it didn't work or click, and the package felt quite heavy. Nick turned and went in and closed the door. He put the package on his desk and carefully unpacked it, piece by piece a shoebox-sized box came to light, a cord was wrapped around it and a letter was hanging on it. Nick took the letter and opened it, in large curved letters it said: "Don't tell anyone!" Nothing more, thought Nick, turned and turned the letter, even held it in the light of his desk lamp, nothing. He sighed and shook it Head, with a pointed finger he untied the cord and opened the box, there was a mirror in the lid and in the box itself was a velvet pillow with a hole at one end, Nick swallowed and put his hand in. His fingers felt quickly small folded piece of paper, he pulled it out and closed the box again.

The note was old and yellowed and he noticed that the caste looked quite old, he carefully unfolded the note, the writing was barely decipherable.

"Think of her and tap the lid twice!" "To whom?" Nick said loudly and frowned. It all makes him curious, who brought him this. He got up and walked around the room, brooding, he grabbed his cell phone and wanted to google the box. He turned on his cell phone and waited

"Oh come on you crutch!" He mumbled and shook his head in annoyance, finally the cell phone made tones and was switched on. As soon as he had entered the pin, a message popped up from Facebook, Nick opened it and immediately regretted it. It was Anna, the beauty from his old class and he hated her! She was the reason why he had to change schools shortly before graduation, she and her clique had bullied him badly. He swallowed hard, and nervously knocked the box twice. He jumped back, frightened, and dropped his cell phone when it jerked open and released a socked foot, in the mirror you could see a girl who was sitting on a bench. Nick stood there, moved by thunder, was that Anna there in the mirror? He walked closer and when he screwed up his eyes, the picture was zoomed in at once and focused on the face of the young woman. Suddenly the toes moved from the foot that had appeared in the box and Nick jumped back. How was that possible? How could the foot have moved and why is there a woman on the mirror? With trembling hands he took his cell phone and looked at the screen, he had to be certain, he opened Anna's message and went straight to the profile. Shivering, he walked closer and held the profile picture next to the mirror, in fact it was Anna! Nick dropped into his desk chair. Thousands of thoughts shot through his head as he looked at the image in the mirror. In the meantime you could see the complete picture again, Nick saw something else, the picture in the mirror was moving, Anna had her cell phone in her hand and was scrolling with her thumb. Nick looked at the cell phone in his hand and the message she had sent him next to "Well, you're sparing!" Was a little picture of her and a green dot, so she was online right now. Nick gathered up all his courage, swallowed and wrote back with trembling fingers, "What do you want stupid cow?" When he sent it off, he immediately looked at the mirror. Anna frowned and began to tap it with both hands, no sooner did she hear a message plopped on Chat. "Be careful what you say you spack !!" There was also a little middle finger. Nick laughed, whatever this box was, he had a live picture of Anna on a bench! He typed again:

"What's your problem with me?"

Anna started typing again in the mirror.

"You are a victim! This is my problem!"

Nick had a lump in his throat and looked at the foot in the box, it was possible. Hesitantly he stretched out his hand and ticked his heel, the image in the mirror began to move, Anna winced and jumped up as if something had touched her foot. A smile spread across Nick's face wide. No matter what kind of box that is, the foot in the box definitely belonged to Anna, grinning, he wrote in the chat again:

"Are you just coming from partying and you think you can piss me off again?"

"You have no life anyway!"

Came in reply and Anna sat down on the bench again in the mirror. Now Nick looked closely as he ran his finger over the sole, Anna shot up from the bench as if it had been stung by a tarantula, her foot in the box only moved slightly. A memory flashed through Nick's head, a scene that felt like a long time ago. Anna laughing and writhing on a mat in physical education class, her foot pinched under the arm of one of her buddies and twitching under tickling fingers.

He quickly typed into his cell phone again, "Say, aren't you pretty ticklish?" Nick looked at the mirror and saw the irritated expression on his face and the moment Anna started tapping, he started digging his fingers into the sole in front of him. The reaction in the mirror could be seen at the same time and Nick noticed that he could even hear Anna, because she gave a startled scream and suddenly began to laugh. Nick let all ten fingers dance uninhibitedly on the sole and the foot twitched again and again slightly under his touch and a realization hit him, the foot was in the shoe and there was no way to escape. Meanwhile Anna lay laughing in front of the bench and tried desperately to take off her shoe, but it seemed to be stuck on. Nick stopped and took his fingers off his foot, Anna panted, breathing heavily. Nick thought about it and watched as Anna slowly got up again and sat on the bench, there she tried to take off the shoe with a red head, he saw how the foot in front of him pressed the toes against a sole that was invisible to him and found it somehow cute like that Foot lolled in front of him.

Since he was inexperienced in tickling, he quietly started Googling and found out amazing things. When he finished reading, he got his electronic toothbrush, hairbrush and some olive oil. Suddenly he heard Anna's voice, "Paul? Hey, here ... .. Here is Anna! Will you pick me up, please? I'm sitting at the Schlossgarten bus stop! What ... .. Yes, I know what time it is, but I .. . I oh shit just pick me up! " Then she hung up. Nick grinned, Anna looked around uncertainly, and kept trying to get the shoe off her foot. Nick was ready and grabbed the tip of the sock and pulled slowly but firmly. Anna got hectic, "No, no, no!" She said almost panicked and tried desperately to pull the shoe off the foot with her hands, it was in vain. A few seconds later there was a bare foot in front of Nick, the toes were nicely shaped and the skin looked very soft and well cared for. Nick couldn't help but run a finger over the sole, Anna giggled in the mirror and winced, "Oh please don't!" She giggled one more time as Nick jerked his finger back. Somehow the sight of that bare foot excited him and it was actually as soft as it looked.

He looked at a text on his cell phone and grabbed the oil bottle, his eyes darted over the written lines, he frowned and shrugged his shoulders. Carefully he let the oil drip onto his foot. Anna winced, grimaced in disgust. In the meantime she was holding onto the bench with both hands and keeping her feet stretched out, one foot repeatedly trying to push the shoe off the foot. Nick slowly spreads the oil, Anna winced again and again in the mirror and giggled uncontrollably back and forth. Suddenly she looked up, "Paul, there you are ......!" Her eyes widened in surprise as Nick put the brush on her sole and scrubbed it back and forth. Screaming and laughing, she fell from the bench and tried to free her twitching foot from the shoe with her hands and feet, screaming: "PAUL ... PAUL THE SHOE MUST OFF, THE SHOE MUST OFF !!!!!" Another person stepped into the picture, Nick didn't know him, but the guy was visibly confused and tried to comply with Anna's request. The foot in the box was now twitching its toes wildly. Nick saw a little button on the side of the box that said "End", he hadn't noticed it before, but first he wanted to try something. He jerked the brush off his foot and Anna came to rest in the mirror, but Nick turned on the toothbrush and held it between his victim's toes, he wished he could see her face better, as if by magic the mirror zooms in her face, her eyes were wide open, her hair was messed up black marks were the pathetic rest of her makeup and her mouth was open to a silent scream. Nick slowly let the brush wander from space to space and slowly let it out of his mind zoom out scene. Anna was wriggling on the floor, the guy named Paul was desperately trying to get the shoe off the twitching foot while the other foot was bombarding him with kicks the whole time. Nick let go of his foot and quickly pressed the button, with a plop the foot was pulled out of the box and in the mirror at the same time out of the shoe, which made Paul disappear from the picture with a stumble, at the same time a text appeared on the upper edge of the mirror: " Close the lid to end the scene! Otherwise the transmission will end in 30 seconds! " The writing faded and was replaced by a countdown that counted down from thirty. Nick was still enjoying the picture for the last few seconds, he saw Anna slowly being put on the bench by Paul, rubbing her bare foot over her shoe. Nick grabbed his cell phone and wrote: "Good night!" Behind it a devil and a feather, the last thing that could be seen in the mirror, a totally confused look from Anna, who was looking at her cell phone. Now Nick looked into the grinning face of his reflection, slowly he opened the box to get up and let himself fall back on the bed. And while he was wondering what else to do with the box, he fell asleep.