We have a lot of fears. Some make sense; others, not so much. This latter type will be featured once monthly until we run out of material, at which point, we might begin accepting the fears of our readers. 

don't look

Mirrors, despite being my finest friends at times, are also my greatest fear at any given crazyperson moment. I mentioned before that I have an unease about trying to sleep within view of one. But sometimes even looking into one in the light can cause me to feel a sense of dread. It is a similar fear to when I get nervous about opening closed doors. The irrational fear that reality is not at all what I have thought it is my whole life is a fear that comes back to haunt me fairly frequently, in many forms.

So what if one day, I glance at the mirror, and there are two of me. What if one is hook-handed and murderous? Even what if it isn’t? What if there are interdimensional monsters? What if there’s a demon or something? What if anything at all?? What could be done? I’d have to either die right there or be a strong character and surprise us all as I make my own destiny. You gotta do what you gotta do.

We have a lot of fears. Some make sense; others, not so much. This latter type will be featured once monthly until we run out of material, at which point, we might begin accepting the fears of our readers. 

unwanted reflection

I have a love-hate relationship with a mirror. Yes, of course I gaze lovingly at my own reflection for shameful amounts of time, but if I am feeling personally haunted or anxious at the time, a mirror becomes a terrible threat to my sanity. Ever since I was a small child and first heard of the “Bloody Mary” scary story, mirrors became menacing. My grandma’s guest bedroom had a big mirror facing the bed, and I learned to sleep facing away from it in case Bloody Mary could be seen in the distance, waiting for me to be brave enough to summon her, which of course I never was. Eventually, and I am not sure how this happened, I decided that Bloody Mary wasn’t real, but what if mirrors were a portal to a backwards dimension from ours, and what if our reflections were doomed to copy us, and watch us jealously? Was that a Twilight Zone episode? Is this all Rod Serling’s fault?

I forgive him.

But I still won’t look in the mirror in the dark just in case I can see myself watching me from where I should not be.