"The creepy story of an old mirror in my school."

That was me in the 5th grade; yes, I was young and innocent.

I didn't know that a horror could happen at my beloved school. The story began when Mr. Ujang, our school guard, told a creepy story.

He said on a rainy day in our canteen, "Never mirror yourself using an old mirror that I covered with a lousy blanket in our warehouse."

I asked a question, "Why?"

"It will bring bad luck into your life; stay away, son," Mr. Ujang replied.

Two weeks later, Mr. Anton, our teacher who taught sports, asked me to take a new badminton net into our spooky warehouse.

I looked around to see where the net was.

A glimpsed I saw a lousy blanket.

There's a whisper in my ears. "Take your time and see yourself in our priceless mirror."

Suddenly, I was walking with no control; it seemed a mysterious voice guided me to walk there. My arms opened that lousy blanket.

I looked into the mirror and realized I was standing.

Suddenly, my face changed into Jackie Chan.

Lol