I was the one writing this, and it gave me the shudders. What?
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75. Mirror
She didn’t like mirrors. She never said why, but she hated it.
Every time she saw one she would immediately look away, or try to break it. Nobody knew why.
Once, however, she snuck a peek at it.
Her reflected image looked back. When she smiled, the reflection smiled back. She said hi; it seemed to say it back. She stopped smiling; it continued to smile.
She paled.
‘Hello dear,’ it seemed to say, raising a knife. ‘Did you miss me? I’ll welcome you back.’
She screamed, shattering the mirror with a boot. The shards seemed to continue to grin.
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