1) Waking up from a bad dream, I went downstairs for a drink. As I was walking down the creaky stairs, I saw my own distorted reflection in the mirror. And then I recalled that I don't have a mirror in my house.
2) James was a happy boy. Although he had a busy, hard-working mother who always returned home late, he was still happy with his life. Every night he would wait for his mother in her bedroom, and when she came back, he would give her a hug and go straight to bed.
One day he was exploring the basement when he saw something - his mother's rotten body. Before he could scream for help, the door creaked open and there was a familiar voice: "Honey, I'm home."
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