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"I never told anyone this before... but my mirror hanging on my bathroom wall acts weird at night. The glass sometimes makes this wavering like motion when no one is looking. I hear voices at night, footsteps, objects moving too. Things are gone, people sometimes, mainly objects I need. There are weird figures in the corners, and they are gone when you turn around. Help.

The mirror hanging on my bathroom wall is slanted at times, sometimes cloudy when no one is nearby. It moves early in the morning, during lunch when everyone is out. The parrot mocks words and sentences I've never said before. The cage has been opened, I've woken up to him on the foot of my bed, no one opens the cage except me. Help.
The mirror hanging on my bathroom wall is always watching, listening. It sees everything that happens. It won't leave me alone, it knows what I think, it sees what I see. I see the figures in it, they come to me when I try to sleep. I don't sleep anymore, they still come. Their black misty cats lure me to their home, I won't fall for it. It calls my name all the time. Help.

The mirror hanging on my bathroom wall distorts my reflection. It makes me have extra hair, different eyes, a different shaped nose, different body build. Sometimes my reflection isn't mine, it is someone else staring at me, my reflection shams as me. It knows I know; it pries on me because it knows I know. The whole room is cursed, I avoid the mirror when I walk by. Help.
The mirror hanging on my bathroom wall is strange. It drives me mad; I promise I'm not crazy. It makes the lights flicker; things fall over. It hides my papers for work, it erases the words I write. I have to get a new job every month. The walls change a shade of color each morning, the rooms shake at the mid of night. Help.

The mirror hanging on my bathroom wall takes away my medicine every morning, I can never find them. My psychologist thinks I'm a drug addict, I am not. The figures won't leave me be nor the ones that crawl on the ceiling. My parrot is scared to, he has this bad habit of plucking his feathers till there's bald spots. My family don't see it, nor do the other residents here. It tells me every night not to leave, that I will never escape from it. Help me before it gets me. It is watching me as I write this note. It is right behind me."

Daily Newspaper

May 23, 1967

Leonard Campbell, age 32, formal teacher passed away yesterday on May 22, 1967. Police still do not know the cause of his death. There was a bottle of prescribed Chlorpromazine found next to him, this is the only evidence. People that know him and have worked with him claim he was a mad man. His pupils claim he would always be nervous, talking to the wall and pointing out things that never existed. His friends and family have similar stories. His roommates claim he would stay in his room all day at times, not uttering a word. Even with this mystery, everyone enjoyed Campbell's company. Police will update us when they find more information.
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Katie turns around to her friend who is in equal shock, the old and torn newspaper in her hand. "What do you think happened to him?"

"I don't know, let's find out if there is another newspaper for an update." Her friend looks around one side of the attic while Katie looks around the other side.

The girls never found anything else in the abandoned house...

With the mirror still hanging on the bathroom wall.