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when me and my twin sister were about 5,we had a stool underneath the sink so we could reach the sink.Somethimes we would get it out and stand on it,and one of us would turn out the light.We'd make a scary face,and then turned on the light and scare ourselves.we got 'so good at it' we stopped because we were afraid of the mirror,like our reflection would jump out and get us or something.
when i was young i used to believe that my image on a mirror would come to life if i broke the mirror.
I use to believe that bad things could come out of the mirror when it was dark. I would always turn my bedroom mirror around before going to sleep each night.
I read a funny comic about a nerd boy and a talking cat with loads of magic machines. In one chapter the boy fell in love with a popular girl. He went and visit her but she wasn't there, so he stayed in her room and waited and while waiting he used a magic cloth to wipe the mirror in the room, and what happens is the magic cloth makes the mirror show the reflection of people who used the mirror before and you can see what they did, like looking at themselves. The boy saw the girl naked in the mirror. I still think if I look at myself naked in the mirror someone else would wipe it with the magic cloth and see me naked and I feel scared whenever I get change in front of a mirror.
I use to always believe that my reflection wasn't my own.I believed that any pictures of me, weren't really me either. I thought the whole world was keeping me from really seeing myself.So I got mad when ever someone said you have such nice red hair and green eyes, cause I seriously thought that that wasn't what I looked like.It took quite sometime for my family to get me to believe!lol!
I used to think that every time I passed a mirror people on the other side could see me. Needless to say, I would smile and pose for the mirror and blow it kisses. Once I even talked to it, telling it about myself.
i think i was about 7 when i had a frightening dream that my reflection came out of the mirror and caused all kinds of trouble for me, evil twin style. after that i was terrifyed that it would really happen, and checked on my reflection quite often to make sure it wasn't planning on anything.
Apparently when I was younger I didn't cotton on for quite a long time that the mirror reflected things, so I used to think that there was someone else in the mirror whenever I looked in it. No matter how often people would tell me it was me, I wouldn't believe them. Interestingly, although I am now in my 20s I often look at my reflection and it doesn't seem like me.
when i was young my parents had this wall full of mirror tiles in their bedroom and me and my sister used to wonder what was behind there and after alot of thinking we decided there were cupcakes and chocolate that our parents were hiding from us and then a mirror tile fell off a couple years later and there was just a wall so we were like darn.
When my twin sister and I were younger we had a bathroom with two sinks and a mirror over each sink. we would sit for hours in front of the mirrors sitting on the counter with our feet in the sink talking to our "mirror friends". It was amazing how they said the exact same things at us at the same time. How entertaining. It was fun even though we subconciously knew it wasnt real. 3 year olds are so amusing.
that there were cameras in all mirrors, and I was afraid to undress in front of any mirrors.
I still have a fear of hidden cameras behind hotel mirrors. I cannont bring myself to undress in front of them (like, for a shower) and if I can't get around it, then I look straight into the mirror and say, "This isn't going to be pretty." as if to warn the sick people on the other side of an oncoming ugly naked person.
I used to think that every mirror, window, and every other reflective surface in the world was rigged so that I saw myself differently than anyone else. I can only assume that this would have been done to spare myself the agony of knowing how funny-looking I really - secretly - was.
After seeing the movie, “The Invisible Man”, I was sure when I looked in the mirror and saw only my face, I wasn’t seeing the invisible man because he was invisible and that he was really there. To this day, mirrors have a creepy effect on me.
after watching candyman, i was around 9-10, and so terrified to go to the toilet alone incase he would come up and grab me,it took me years of convincing myself that he wasnt real, still 10yrs later and i wldnt dare say his name 5 times in a mirror
When I was younger, I went to the local youth club with my best friends. The girl's toilets were seperated into two rooms - one room with the actual toilets, and another room with a small shelf and a HUGE mirror. A girl called Mary Jane told everybody that she went into the mirror room once with the lights off and said "Candyman" 3 times, and she claimed that when you did this, you could see a ghostly image of the candyman over your left shoulder, brandishing a knife.
I never went in there after that.
When I was little i thought that your eyes were closed until you looked into the mirror. Then they magicaly opened.
I used to believe that if you stared into a mirror for too long, the devil would start staring back at you! My mom told me this as I was quite a vain child and spent hours gazing into the mirror! Now, I still don't pause too long, you can never be too careful!
at one point in my life,i thought that as mirrors reflect light,if you held two together, then there would be too much light and it would blow up.i figured out the truth when i was 7.hey, i was stupid!
In Grade School, we had old mirrors that slightly doubled the image. When washing my hands, I checked myself in the mirror. I noticed a 'ghostly' double image, and because I was really sick, I thought I was dying, and that was my ghost. I had a panic attack and passed out, only to have laied there for 10 minutes until a student and thier mother found me. They claimed I looked dead and ran for help. I had gone to the hospital, and when I returned, the student was shocked to see me 'alive'. I had thought I was a zombie for years, because when I checked the mirror last, the double image had disapeered! [They had gotten new mirrors when I left]