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"So what's the lesson?" Italy wondered.
"Come on, you mean it wasn't obvious?" Denmark frowned. The Italian shook his head. The Dane sighed. "Do I need to spell it out for you– always carry an axe with you!"
"That's not the lesson!" almost everyone else shouted. Denmark blinked in surprise.
"What? Really? That's what I always got out of it."
"Listen to the story again…" Egypt suggested.
"But you can't argue that people really get defensive when someone enters their home without permission," said Turkey, "I think we've heard a couple stories now like that."
"I believe any sane person would panic if a stranger was in their home," reasoned Japan, "When the unexpected happens, it can greatly affect the human psyche. There are other factors that play into as well such as the mentality of the person, the surroundings, even the time of day-"
"Of course nobody ever expects anything to happen at night," laughed Prussia.
"I'll say," voiced Finland, completely missing the sarcasm, "If something really did happen to me late at night, I'd freak."
"Y'u w'ld?" Sweden looked at him, concerned. Finland nodded, shivering just a bit at the thought of it.
"Yeah I would. I probably wouldn't even be able to go to sleep for a long while…"
The Old Mirror
Based off of "In the Mirror"
Credited to its anonymous author
Tino couldn't fall asleep. The thunderstorm that had gathered outside stirred him awake, and now he was having trouble going back to sleep. Normally this wasn't a problem, but for some reason he just couldn't do it tonight. So he lay in his bed, his eyes open and constantly trying to readjust to the darkness every time lightning struck. They moved over the room, spotting various objects: door, dresser, chair, picture frame, mirror…
Tino paused at the mirror hanging on the wall adjacent to him. It was an old mirror he bought some time ago but couldn't remember where. From time to time he'd use it, but more often than not it was just a piece of wall decoration that he liked.
There was a flash of lightning and two things happened almost simultaneously: first Tino gave a yelp of fright, then he accidentally tumbled backward out of his bed. In the mirror he could swear that there was the silhouette of a face just staring intently at him.
Then it was over. Tino scrambled to get back in his bed, wondering if what he saw was real. Now he really wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. The next morning he examined the mirror. There was nothing out of the ordinary about it- no scratches or marks of any kind. Still, he didn't want to take any chances.
Tino unhooked the mirror from the wall and put it outside for the trash removal to dispose of it. Even if what he saw was just a trick of the light, he wanted to be rid of the creepy thing.
Several weeks passed by uneventfully, and Tino had virtually forgotten the incident. One night, while spending the evening at one of his friends' house, he needed to use the bathroom. He quietly made his way to the restroom and did his business. As he was washing his hands he noticed the steam collecting on the mirror. As it thickened, words began to form in the areas inexplicably not being coated in moisture, as if someone used their finger to leave the message:
"Could you please return the mirror? I miss watching you sleep at night."