The Night I Rose a Hero

One thing I've learned about “some if not all” humans is that behavior is a product of mentality and this mindset is a product of training and influence. No one taught me, I experienced it all. It's from this experience that I coined the idea for my entry into the Midnight Letters Prompt#12
This isn't fiction, so enjoy!

Being the last child of the family brought lots of benefits but at the same time I was some sort of hard head. For my mom to contain me without force she developed myths to keep me away from the awkward things I used to do. She never had to physically abuse me but with her stories and training, my mentality changed and so did my behavior. I later realized these stories she told me were all fake but at least, they did help me turn a new leaf.

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One of the stories my Mom told me was that if anyone stares at the mirror late at night, the person would see a ghost rather than a personal reflection.
Ever since my sister left home, I've been occupying her room and opposite the bed is a huge mirror she fixed for her make-up and fashion times. Normally, I sleep on one side of the bed and try to avoid looking at the mirror whenever I wake up.
But sometimes when I wake up at midnight, I would have this thought pop up into my mind, “what if Mom was right, what if I stare at this mirror for a few minutes, will I see a ghost?”

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This is the weirdest and one random thought that has crossed my mind one night. That night, I was contemplating if I should take the risk or not. But I can remember from the horror movies I had watched, almost everyone that sees a ghost goes with it. This alone kept me away from trying. That same night, I began to connect this thought to that of Demogorgons in the “Stranger Things” movie. In my thoughts, I'd be like, “what if I actually see this ghost and it pulls me through the mirror just like demogorgons did, pulling the little girl to the “upside down.”

Within me I knew these were crazy thoughts but something in me kept telling me “what if it happens, you're doomed”- this was definitely fear.
But here's why I love my Mom so much. Although she taught me how to be afraid, she also taught me how to be a hero. Relating my thoughts that night to the movie(where most actors later became heroes) and harnessing every “atom” of heroic advice from Mom, I decided to face the mirror. Guess what, nothing happened. I slept off while facing the mirror and woke up later to laugh at my stupid thoughts.

After that night, I learned to face my fears too. That's my lesson, what's yours?

Thanks friends for stopping by my blog, enjoy your day. This remains my entry for prompt #12.