Looking in mirrors only scared me when I stared into my eyes far too long and saw something beyond my tangible self. Has that ever happened to you? I would tell you to try it, but that’s not the sort of thing you recommend. What did me in was my haunted apartment in West Harlem, the one that left me sleepless, frightened and desperate for answers. Previously I was always able to write off paranormal events as best I could, no matter how intense the experience. But here things occurred nightly forcing me to accept my reality.
I learned quickly to be asleep by 3 a.m, witching hour, when the house would wake up. Hanging on the back of my bedroom door was a full length mirror, where if I were unfortunate enough to be up apparitions and shapes would appear. It dawned on me that they were coming through it like a portal, which mirrors are. They capture things you can’t see with the naked eye, even if it’s standing next to you. Mirrors also capture souls, which is why they are covered when loved ones depart, or as a tool to trap an entity. Now the only ones allowed in my bedroom are attached to vanities, full lengths are completely banished. I mean duh, what do you expect from a woman who watched three black blobs rocking vintage medical head mirror reflectors come out of one. Paralyzed as they move closer, circling you with disembodied mumbling, hovering above performing surgery. Their faceless faces bending to get closer to yours then suddenly exiting the way they came, after god knows how long.
Word to the wise bless your mirror if it’s not brand new, you never know what’s attached to it, or what it was used for prior. Have you ever had a creepy experience with a mirror? Via: Legacy Bros