[It's dark. But judging by the orange, flickering light lighting up Heather's face as she does the customary squint-at-the-screen-to-make-sure-it's-recording motions, she's got a campfire lit. Satisfied, she puts it down on her pack and adjusts it a little before taking a seat in front of it. She's already laid out the sleeping bag and everything
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[he pauses]
-- you following me so far?
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And then... she starts seeing things. Away from the mirror. She's out shopping, and something passes by her vision. What makes it even creepier is the fact that when she gets home... she almost always sees the exact same thing in the mirror too.
[PAUSE FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT]
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Go on.
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One night, as she's brushing her hair and getting ready for bed, she glances up in the mirror and sees her reflection. Only this time... it's completely different. She's an old woman with blood shot eyes and stringy hair. The lady screams just as the reflection reaches for her and moves to cover her head, waiting for the gnarled hand to grab her--
-- but it never does. When she looks up again, the reflection is gone. She wraps the mirror up and puts it away in the attic for fear of having to see herself in such a state ever again.
But it doesn't end there.
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'Course not, it wouldn't be a good story if it ended like that.
What happened then?
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And then... a few weeks later, her family finds her hanging from her ceiling, a few shards of broken glass underneath her feet.
The mirror is never found again.
[DRAMATIC ENDING PAUSE]
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... Freaky.
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It's much better when told in person.
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-- hey, I didn't get your name last time.
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