As an adult, I don’t watch many cartoons anymore. I might stream an anime once in a while, but generally, my cartoon-watching days are behind me. However, if you asked me to look back at the “Golden Era” of my childhood, specifically from the early 90s, one show stands above the rest.
Sure, the 90s were famous for cartoons like Batman: The Animated Series or Ren & Stimpy. For me, my favorite watch was Scooby-Doo.
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When I was young, I loved scary stories. They were more than just entertainment — they were a kind of shared ritual among friends, told in hushed voices to see who would flinch first. Some of those tales have faded from memory, but others have stuck with me for decades.
One that still lingers is a story about a ballerina and a mirror. I don’t remember every detail perfectly, but I remember enough — and the twist ending is what still makes me shiver today.
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When I was young, I loved scary stories. I couldn’t get enough of them — the whispered tales at night, the way friends would try to out-scare each other, the mix of laughter and fear when someone jumped at the perfect moment. Most of those stories I’ve forgotten with time, but there’s one that still lingers in the back of my mind. Even now, years later, it creeps me out just thinking about it.
It’s a story I heard from friends, passed along like a piece of playground folklore. The details may have shifted over time, but the image at its heart has never left me: a girl in a window, smiling.
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