Two days ago I was afraid my reflection would move on its own.
Yesterday I was afraid my reflection would not be me.
Today I am afraid there will be something behind me.
Patience encounters the thing I fear most about mirrors - the possibility of seeing something behind me that wasn't there before. As a special treat, a shrouded figure is also one of the things I fear most in general. I am terrified that one night I'll wake up and see one standing at the foot of my bed.
Happy Hallowe'en!
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