I had been living in my house alone for two years. I had never seen anything weird like paranormal stuff or anything like that, but one morning in my living room I looked myself in my new a mirror that I bought yesterday and I noticed that my reflection didn't do anything that I did, but other than that it looked normal. I didn't make a big deal out of it so I just shook it off. After a year I started getting little bit scared because that mirror was the only one that didn't show what I did in the reflection. My bedroom mirror, bathroom mirror and kitchen mirror worked perfectly, but this one damn mirror! 'Ugh! Why... why? Why won't you work!?' I thought. That night I was changing my clothes and I remembered something shocking... I didn't put my new mirror in my living room after I bought it. I had left it in my closet. I opened my locked closet and there it was, my mirror.
'So... that means' I ran to my livingroom in front of the "mirror".
'How didn't I notice this before... I'm so stupid' I yelled to myself. This time when I looked at my "mirror" I didn't see anything but darkness... because it was a window.
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{Yeah this suckes... but it sounded better in my head :D}