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It is, after all, New York

I'm in New York these days, spending some time with my MennoKnight. New York's amazing, not just for the street dogs and bagels, or the cheap wine at the corner store, but also because you see the odd famous face. It's like being in a moovie.

I read this thing once when I was doing a little research for my haunted house novel, "The Dwelling." I read that ghosts will often make their presence known in a mirror. The book was written and published and I don't think I even used the mirror thing, but I never forgot it and I don't look in the mirror in the middle of the night when I get up to use the facilities.

Call me careful.

So last night I woke up in the night and stumbled to the bathroom to powder my nose, right? When I was washing my hands I accidentally, for the first time ever, glanced in the mirror, in the dark ...

First thought: ACK! Followed by a quick look away.
Second thought: Hey, what if it's someone famous?

Still wasn't enough to make me look.

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  1. Kate Ferris and Fred CaseyApril 25, 2011 at 12:20 PM

    I never look in the mirror in the dark. Maybe it was the creepy horror B-movies I watched when I was a kid, but it's always spooked me. I even close the eye closest to the mirror when I pass so that I don't accidentally get a glimpse. Come to think of it, that might not be a bad idea during the daylight hours, either...

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