*holds up mirror* - short scary story

The mirror man, the mirror man, the...mirror man! I'm the mirror man, and you know what? A bunch of people get freaked out by my mere existence because nobody's more of a pro than selling mirrors to the general public as well as I am! I'll tell you a little story, but if you don't want to run out of my shop screaming, you'd best be closing your eyes because when I bring out my magic mirror...well, you'll see what ends up happening, or...you won't see anything at all because you've got your eyes closed. Ready? I sure am!

So there I was, standing in my mirror shop, a shop filled with mirrors beyond the likes of anything you've ever seen, mirrors on the walls, on the ceiling, the floor, mirrors in the back room where I keep the extra mirrors in case someone acts the mickey and breaks one, which happens a lot because people tend to freak out when they see what's really in it, and they go a-runnin' out the door screaming, but I don't bother to go out there and stop them because once they look the mirror, it's already too late for them!

"Hello, mister, I'd like to purchase a mirror" said the next guy who was my customer, all smug and dumb looking because they thought they knew mirrors. I heaved a laugh that sounded like I was in the middle of having an asthma attack while my knees were being broken. I laughed because I laughed like that, because I'm the mirror man and I know mirrors! This guy don't know anything! I said to him if he was sure about that, sliding my mini magic mirror across the counter, a mirror so clean you could eat off it and see everything on it.

This guy, a person who I will now refer to as 'greg' because he looked like he would be named that, looked into the magic mirror mini and scoffed, saying 'it's just a stupid mirror' and I gasped so hard that it sounded like I was in the middle of having another asthma attack while my knees were being broken again. I climbed up on top of the counter, which was a huge reflective surface, much like a real mirro