Have you ever looked in a mirror with a mirror behind you? I thought nothing of it the first time, but now I wish I never entered that room. I was staying in a hotel at the time. I knew something was off about the place but I never thought it would’ve progressed to be a living nightmare. I was stuck there for a while do to financial circumstances and it was only making it worse very expensive.
After staying there for a few weeks, I started getting nervous every time I had to get up to go to the bathroom at night. I knew I would have to see the mirror I should have trusted my gut and got out of there a lot sooner.
One day I just got home from work taking my makeup off getting ready for a shower when I noticed six reflections of me behind me. I want you to try this sometime. Stand in front of a mirror with a mirror behind you. It’s really creepy. Anyways, I noticed something about the reflection in the very back. It wasn’t moving with me. My face was staring at me with a blank expression, almost lifeless, just looking. I did not handle this too well. My husband called me crazy especially when I started walking to the lobby to use the bathroom at night. He didn’t believe me.
Needless to say I started thinking I was crazy so I gave it another shot. Everything was normal for a few days. Ignoring every natural instinct, my mind and body was telling me to do. I knew it was too good to be true. It happened again, only this time, it was creepier. My face had the biggest creepiest smile I have ever seen and this time it was closer. I threw up. I didn’t know what to do. My husband already thought I was crazy. How would anyone else react to what I was experiencing?
Why? How? What? I don’t understand how anything like this can possibly happen. It can’t be real. I must be going crazy. I decided to not tell him this time, possibly the biggest mistake I have ever made.
Each time closer and closer until I was behind me, only it wasn’t me, it was my reflection. But is it me? Some alternate universe trying to tell me something. I finally decided to get brave and ask myself why this was happening. That’s when I knew; whatever was going on, it wasn’t good. It looked at me, eyes wide, with a devilish grin and spinned my head all the way around and slit my throat in the reflection.
I don’t remember what happened after that. I woke up on the floor. My husband walked in from working asking me what the hell my problem was. I didn’t know what to say. He wouldn’t believe me. He would try and have me admitted.
That night, we went to bed. I wish we just left. My whole life would have been different. No one believes me. They all think I’m crazy. I woke up at around 2 AM with myself squatting next to my bed with one finger over her mouth like she was shushing me. I was froze with fear. How is this possible? She stood up slowly walked over to my husband’s side of the bed and held her hands around his throat until he was lifeless laying there. I thought I was dreaming. How could this possibly be real? All I could do was lie there frozen in fear of what is supposed to be a reflection of me. After she was done, she slowly walked to the bathroom and disappeared.
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if what I was seeing was real until I knew I was. He wasn’t moving. I called 911. I didn’t know what to tell them.
It’s been two years to the day. Every time I look in a mirror, I see her smiling at me shushing. I don’t know what is going to come of this. Am I next? These people I’m locked in here with all think I’m crazy because I dread looking in mirrors. I cover them up in my room. I’m locked in this looney bin. I don’t think I’m ever going to get out. I know she’s with me always. I can feel her behind the cloth of the mirror waiting to step out.
I can’t eat sleep. She took my husband, my life, my everything. Now I’m stuck here with her forever.
