The Mirror That Was Stealing Soul

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The Mirror That Was Stealing Soul

One night I was playing with my cousins in my grandmother’s house. There was a big mirror that was always covered by a black cloth. My grandmother said that this was a cursed mirror, able to steal the soul of those who look at his own reflection on it. But we were to young to believe in that story. That night we were alone in the room when my cousin Arthur, had the idea to take the mirror cloth. He walked toward the room and he holded the black choth and pulled down. Instantly, took my hands to my eyes, I didn’t want look. And then I heard a scream, and my little cousin let out a cry of despair. My cousin Arthur was dead, his eyes were rolled back showing the white part and his tongue hung out of his mouth and...

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