To give you all a point of reference, we're usually reticent to linger in front of mirrors late at night, lest the words "Black Aggie" should come into our unwilling heads, thereby summoning said urban legendress to our reflection (with unknown and highly unbearable consequences). Yet we were able to overcome our irrational fears when, tucked up in our bedroom late at night with a screener of Let the Right One In and a zonked-out bed mate next to us, the power went out on our laptop, leaving us stranded in the middle of a particularly eerie scene. So great was our need to see the end of this film that we crept out of our tiny studio and willingly entered the darkened, eerie, 1920s-era main house -- with its creaks and crackles and mirrored walls (Black Aggie) -- in search of our power cord. Creeping back into the studio out back, we watched the shit out of the rest of this film with every hair raised on our body--loving every minute.
*We're much more comfortable with the Swedish "Ö" than with the Norwegian "Ø" (not to be racist). See here for further explication.