I'm scared of me!

My sister Sheba bought me the most fabulous mirror. It's not too small so I don't have to hold it a foot away from me and squint to see my reflection and it's not too big so I'm able to hold it in one hand while plucking nose-hairs with the other.

It's also got a wide stand and it's lightweight so I can put it anywhere. On top of the chest of drawers, on the TV or even on the window sill. My fancy new mirror has also got a bright light on it so that I can see every minor indiscretion on my face. I'm sure I can see a spot before it becomes a spot with my magic mirror.

I decided to apply liquid eyeliner yesterday and it needed a special angle. I can only get this angle right in the bathroom so off I went to get painted and I held the mirror up to my face and when I looked at it, I screamed and jumped back. Turns out that I had the mirror the wrong way around and I was looking at the magnifying side and what I saw was the reflection of a ghoul. I saw one large eye, half a bulbous nose and a drooping lip. They were all my features, just magnified one thousand percent!

The shame of it. Imagine if I gave myself a heart attack and died at the sight of my own reflection!