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"The creepy story of an old mirror in my school."
That was me in the 5th grade; yes, I was young and innocent.
I didn't know that a horror could happen at my beloved school. The story began when Mr. Ujang, our school guard, told a creepy story.
He said on a rainy day in our canteen, "Never mirror yourself using an old mirror that I covered with a lousy blanket in our warehouse."
I asked a question, "Why?"
"It will bring bad luck into your life; stay away, son," Mr. Ujang replied.
Two weeks later, Mr. Anton, our teacher who taught sports, asked me to take a new badminton net into our spooky warehouse.
I looked around to see where the net was.
A glimpsed I saw a lousy blanket.
There's a whisper in my ears. "Take your time and see yourself in our priceless mirror."
Suddenly, I was walking with no control; it seemed a mysterious voice guided me to walk there. My arms opened that lousy blanket.
I looked into the mirror and realized I was standing.
Suddenly, my face changed into Jackie Chan.
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