Whenever I'm in the passenger seat of a car, with the window down, I can't help but imagine if
i accidentally reached out and my arm hit a signpole as we went past, and snapped back at a horrible angle.
Perhaps this isn't very irrational, but it happens every time i'm in the car.
On the other end of the spectrum, i can't look in mirrors with the lights out - especially bathroom mirrors,
at night, or I'm convinced i'll look up and see the 'other me' staring at me, smiling evilly or something.
I'm not exactly sure what would happen next, but I don't particularly want to find out, either.
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There's a story in one of the Chicken Soup for the Souls about getting killed by sticking your head out the window. Bone-chilling.
I have the mirror-thing too!
Oh god mirrors... I am deathly afraid that the OtherMe will do something I'm not doing... Shudder.
I'm afraid that something will be standing behind me when I look in the mirror. Stupid Bloody-Mary gags from school I guess.
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