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There's something going on with mirrors. Something's there just before I look in them, but I never catch it. (lemmy.dbzer0.com)
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My reflection isn't quite right either. Slightly different when I stare at it, like it can't maintain composure over time. I think it's changing when I look away, just brief catches at times, nothing I can really pin down.

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[–] [email protected] 3 points 1 week ago* (last edited 1 week ago)

Whatever you do, remember never to call out for anything in front of a mirror. I had this friend in 7th grade in my group. We used to watch scary movies and read horror comics to pass the time. He loved the story of Bloody Mary and one time, during a night out to win a bet (we were bored), he stayed for a whole hour in front of his bathroom mirror chanting 'BM' like a broken record. Anyway, some time later during a casual conversation he confessed to me that after growing bored of the whole BM thing he had started calling out for other stuff in front of the mirror, like the devil, aliens, IT, and so on. The reason why I remember all of this so clearly is that three years after moving on with my parents to a different state, I learned that he was institutionalized in a clinic. Apparently, one day when his parents were out for work, he destroyed all the mirrors in his house and used a piece of glass to blind himself.