The Mirror

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Inside my house, there is a creepy mirror. It is locked away in a supply closet upstairs. I've only seen it once. It's a normal mirror, with a black rim and a tiny crack in the left corner.

That mirror has always creeped me out. My mother tells me it's "off limits" and never to touch or look at it.
The strange thing is, 3 days after we got the mirror, my father disappeared, never to be found again. That's when my mom locked it up. It's like she knew it was the mirrors fault.
I miss my Dad. I know it was the mirror too. I know it. As soon as we got the mirror, we received 3 phone calls with no one on the other line. We received those 3 phone calls everyday until my father disappeared.
I don't know what's up with this mirror, but I'm going to figure it out.

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