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I live in a pretty small, relatively unknown town. This is the internet, so I won’t divulge too much information but I will tell you it’s in southern Wisconsin. I live on the corner of Lawn and Elm Street, and pretty near to my house is a stretch of road that most people called “Mirror Avenue”. Of course it’s not really technically an avenue, just an extension of Lawn Street, and it’s not the whole road, just a short stretch within the block adjacent to the one my house is on. I’ve lived here my whole life and everyone I know has referred to it as Mirror Avenue at some point, but many of them couldn’t give me an explanation as to why it was called that. The stories I got were mostly always different, usually something about a mirror maker (or whatever you call people who made mirrors) back when the town was founded who got caught up in some kind of cult, and the street being cursed. Of course the exact accounts varied, one told to me by a friend in Middle School included the street being split down the middle by a very long, man-sized mirror. People would look into this mirror and the reflection would be doing something different, usually mischievous and if there was more than one person in the mirror at a time the reflections would try to hurt each other, and it was said that the people could feel pain inflicted by the reflections. This was just the ramblings of a middle schooler, and tonight on my way home I found out EXACTLY why they call it Mirror Avenue.

I worked relatively late today, until 8 o’clock, and this being December it got dark pretty early. I got off at 8 and decided to walk home instead of calling one of my parents; despite being 18, I never learned to drive for financial reasons and the fact that I lived in a town small enough that there was very little that wasn’t in walking distance. I walk to and from work all the time, but I usually take Elm Street instead of Lawn, it’s faster but tonight I thought since I didn’t really have to be home at any specific time I would take the longer way. This route would take me right down Lawn Street to Mirror Avenue, where I had the single most terrifying experience of my life.

The walk home was pretty normal, until I reached the point by the park where I would have normally diverged onto Elm Street. I turned onto Lawn Street, without even thinking about the whole mirror thing; any time I had ever walked this way before was in the daytime, so I was never really afraid, and therefore it wasn’t anywhere near the front of my mind. I was only walking for about a minute before I noticed, but there was someone walking on the other side of the street. I looked over as soon as I noticed and they did the same. I couldn’t tell for sure but they were wearing the same coat that I had on, only I couldn’t see a face because they had their hood up. I walked for a few more seconds and almost tripped on the edge of an uneven piece of sidewalk. It was then that I noticed something strange; I guess had I thought more about the mirror thing before I would have expected it, but the guy on the other side of the street stumbled at the same time. I stood there for a second and then started to walk again, thinking maybe it was a fluke, but to test it I stopped abruptly, and watched to see what he did. Of course he stopped, watching me the whole time I was watching him.

Now I was certain something was off. I yelled across the street at the guy, but I didn’t hear anything from him, even though he seemed to be making the same motion I was as if he was yelling too. I stood there for about five minutes, waving my arms around and things like that, watching the man on the other side of the street as he mimicked me perfectly. Eventually I decided to see what happened if I got closer, and so I stepped out onto the street, and he did the same. I stopped, scared for a moment. I couldn’t tell who it was because of the hood and I wasn’t sure what would happen if I got any closer, and the whole time he was silently copying me, every aspect of my movement synced perfectly as if he was my reflection. Now I was thinking about the mirror thing, and based on the stories I had heard growing up I expected that nothing good could come of this. My curiosity got the better of me though, and I got closer until I was just about in the very center of the road, with my “reflection” just on the other side of the lane divider. I almost reached out and tried to touch it, but I was too afraid, and at the last minute pulled my hand back. It was then that I heard a sort of growling from the “reflection”. Apparently it had wanted me to touch it, as it made this clear by the mumbling from underneath its hood. I thought for a moment, and I wanted to see if this was some sort of reflection, so I figured maybe if I put my hood up, he would end up putting his down. And so I stepped back to the sidewalk because I was uncertain as to what would happen next, and I prepared myself. I was shaking, partially in anticipation and partially because I was terrified of what might happen to me. I was obviously in some deep shit here, as I knew now that this had to have something to do with the old legends. I stood there, my hands just above my shoulders, ready to put my hood up, with my “reflection” doing the same.

I counted down from ten, whispering to myself and praying that this was just some kid messing with me or that it was all somehow in my head. As I got closer to one I shook more violently, so much so that it had become apparent that my “reflection” was also shaking. As I finally hit one and put my hood up, my suspicions were confirmed as I saw the guy on the other side put his hood down.

I have no way to accurately describe what I saw, the only thing I can say is that it had my same basic features, but they were contorted and twisted in a hideous and disgusting way that left me staring at it in a horrified daze. It was smiling at me, and that’s when I realized that it was no longer doing exactly as I was. I stood there on the sidewalk in shock as it stepped off the curb and began walking towards me. I panicked and ran down the street, and my “reflection” followed. Only now it was staring at me the whole time, not just when I was looking at it. It was faster than me, and the closer I got to the edge of the block the closer it got to me. I was certain for a moment that I could hear it saying something, but I couldn’t tell what it was.

Just as I was about to reach the corner it reached out and grabbed my hood, tearing it off as I forced myself forward. I thought it had me, I thought I was dead, another victim of Mirror Avenue, but when I heard that coat rip it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard, and I ran like hell until I got right in front of my house, and it was only then that I realized that it was no longer chasing me. I assume it must have stopped when I got passed the edge of the block, when I exited the stretch of Lawn Street that was Mirror Avenue. I looked back at Mirror Avenue, expecting to see it standing there on the corner or something, but I couldn’t see my “reflection” anywhere. This worried me, and I got inside as quickly as I could. My family wasn’t home, they left a note saying that they had gone Christmas shopping and to call when I got home. The first thing I did was lock all the doors and windows and close the curtains, and then I fetched my brother’s old sword that he had bought at renaissance fair, just in case. I called and didn’t mention anything about what had happened. Later when they finally got home I told them that I had run into a dog, and that’s why my coat was ripped. I wasn’t sure if I should say anything to anyone about what really happened or not; I was afraid that they might think I was crazy or on drugs or something. I might tell some friends at school, and there’s anyone who reads this, but one thing is for certain; I’m never taking the long way home again.

Credit To – Lowgan*

*ADMIN NOTE:  Yes, this is clearly an already established pasta, but I like it and we didn’t have it here yet. It’s been confirmed via Google Cache that Lowgan is the author.

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  • anon e. mouse

    this could make a decent new who ep

    the concept is creepy for sure

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    • Hannah

      Its a little grotesque sounding for one.

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  • Stephan D. Harris

    Um, well there’s…. I don’t know.

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    • YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE USERNAME!

      Yo Stephan, don’t know if you’ve been busy or something but can you get back to me on email?
      Thanks.

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    • omer_y

      Dude, you gotta stop being a prick.

      Cool story, 7/10

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      • Stephan D. Harris

        I wasn’t really trying to be a prick. I’ll be more specific in the future.

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        • YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE USERNAME!

          So, can you get back to me? Sorry to be a persistent little bugger but it’s been a while.

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  • StupidDialUp

    Really enjoyed the visualization of the concept. Seemed to get tripped up on some of the wordage and background story in the first paragraph. Didnt care for the “middle school kid told me” angle. Thought you could have had more fun with the background of the street, it being a small, old town.

    The story also could have been helped by some pacing by breaking it into more paragraphs to help the dramatic effect of the mirror scene.

    The explanation of the reflections face was a bit cliche. Would suggest being much more descriptive about what exactly you saw.

    All that being said, the concept and description of the experience was spot on and gave me a little chill. Gotta love that! A solid addition.

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  • StoneH

    Woohoo new pasta! Finally! It was good too, got my heart racing. Could’ve gone into a little more detail though.

    Also: Elm street – I see what you did there!

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  • LeV-lee

    There’s a mirror avenue in creepypasta index which was submitted there a long time ago. It’s the same story. I don’t know if this is by the same writer or a copy.l

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    • http://www.creepypasta.com derpbutt

      Yes, this is clearly an already established pasta, but I like it and we didn’t have it here yet.

      As for the author credit, if anyone can find it posted elsewhere and credited to someone else (or if Lowgan can produce an old link where it credited him), that could help solve the credit issue. I’ll go so far as to put a note that credit is disputed, and if Lowgan can’t/won’t address it, his credit will be removed. I’d like to not encourage people submitting old pastas with credit to them, unfortunately I can’t find any instances of this pasta being posted before WITH credit so it seems impossible to prove.

      Beyond that, I’d like to keep the story up here even if it’s “old” – just as I’ve done with plenty of other old creepypastas that started circulating during this site’s downtime.

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      • LeV-lee

        A peculiar thing is that when i try to open Mirror Avenue on Creepypasta index it says “error establishing database connection.

        And by ‘a long time ago’ i mean January 23rd 2012.

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    • Anonymous

      HI

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  • PRREDLIN

    I’d have to agree the previous comments. Excellent concept, just needs a little work to it. Get rid of half of the story line and history. hell just say there is a “mirror lane” that no one uses and you weren’t sure why it was called that. end it there and then begin the dramatic scene.

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  • Rage_Quitter

    This was an OK pasta, and being the first new post for ages I couldn’t possibly hope to dislike it in any way. xD

    I gave it a 5/10, but it went on a bit.

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  • reddevil

    cool story and feeling to get to read a story after along time. Although i think the ending should hav been different and a bit more focus on the reflection would hav been great.

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  • Anonymous

    God damn, I’ve missed this.

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  • Len Lye

    It’s a good pasta and a good concept, but I don’t think it was fleshed out nearly as well as it could have. I can’t really say any examples on the spot, but the concept of a darker image of you reflecting your actions in a more twisted way really could’ve been amazing; but instead you had him tripping, walking, running, and having an evil face. There just wasn’t enough pasta to satisfy my appetite, sorry.

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  • Ismael Zuniga

    Is this old? When the narrator mentions he yells out to the guy from across the street I instantly knew I’ve read this somewhere else before.

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    • Ismael Zuniga

      Did a bit of searching, and yeah this one is old. I’m not sure if it’s someone trying to take credit for the story or if it’s the same author though.

      http://please-wakeup.tumblr.com/post/18608425223

      Here’s the best one I could find, posted 11 months ago. But like I said, this could be the same author.

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      • http://www.creepypasta.com derpbutt

        Looking at that Tumblr, the poster says he didn’t write it. Looks like this is an already established Creepypasta that’s been floating around for some time. If someone can give me earlier proof with a different author being credited, that’s a bit more damning than someone who admits to not writing it having reposted it.

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  • LumaKing

    Nice to see a break from the “innocent dies horrible death at hands of unexplained monster” genre of pasta… interesting concept… maybe you could take a stab at the back story next.

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  • Lowgan

    I wrote this like a year or two ago and submitted it first to the creepy pasta index, if you go to that page I am credited as Lowgan, and I already sent an email to the admin trying to clear this up. I had no idea it was passed around the way it has been though, I just found its page on the creepypasta wiki and the tumblr link, where I am not credited, but I was unaware of either of them. I’m having some trouble getting to the index page but that’s the story’s earliest presence on the internet and if you can get to it you’ll see that I was credited as the author. I submitted this one because I recently submitted another story that made it onto the crappypasta site, so I sent this one with it because it had mostly positive feedback and I was confident this one would make it. I hope this clears things up for everybody.

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  • Joe Mama

    It was a good pasta, but it wasnt nearly as good as the movie Garfield Tale of Two Kitties… 0 OUT OF 10000.

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  • Tsugirai

    Oh boy, was that refreshing after the dozens of crappies… 7/10

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  • THEN WHO WAS….nevermind…

    I liked it. Oh and….HELLO AGAIN CREEPYPASTA!!!! (waving excitedly)

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  • UndKeineEier

    I Googled lawn and elm street southern wisconsin and this was the first result:

    http://www.jimmyjohns.com/homepage.aspx

    The second result was this exact page.

    That leads me to believe that this took place in Hartand, Wisconsin.

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    • UndKeineEier

      That Jimmy Johns site has popped in my bookmarks. But I never bookmarked it o_0

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    • Lowgan

      It’s not Hartland. I’m not going to say what it is but it’s not that.

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  • lollipop_gestapo

    I’m so happy about reading Creepypasta again – I gave it a 5,good creep factor. Not particularly well written.

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  • Scared

    BUT WHO WAS ROAD????

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  • http://veryfunny.com Rajj Kupta

    Awesome story!!
    Verry goood!
    -Rajji

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  • The Box Said No

    7/10

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