Not normally. But I remember a time when I was a teenager, I borrowed my dad’s flatbed truck and took a couple of friends to a theater to watch a scary movie. After dropping the last one off, I was still scared from the movie and was afraid someone had jumped on the bed of the truck, so I turned to look only to find someone staring back at me. I screamed bloody murder then realized it was my own reflection.
This post was edited by ProblemCh1ld at August 18, 2018 7:29 PM MDT
