Growing Up with Scary Stories
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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