In Our Mirror

I tried to do what my Mom calls an over view on the last story, but I missed a lot of stuff that happened in that house. I told you about the boy who would come out of my closet, but I only just started to tell you about the woman who looked like a man trying to dress up like a woman.

On the first floor of the house was a woman who usually stayed between Papa's bedroom, the bathroom (two doors lead to the bathroom, one in Papa's room and one through the kitchen). Whenever I did something wrong I would have to sit on the couch in the living room until I was ready to say sorry.

After a while of doing this a woman started to sit with me. I can't really describe her face, because it was strange. She looked like a man dressed up with make-up on. She even had a small mustache. She was kind to start, except for her creepy smile. She never said anything, just sat there with me. I started saying sorry pretty fast after that because I couldn't figure out her at all.

We had some people over for a cookout and were in the living room eating when my Aunt kept looking at the t.v. when it was off. I asked her what she was doing and she said she was trying to figure out who's reflection she kept seeing walk in front of the couch. Everyone was sitting down.

When I was taking showers or baths I could see the mirror on the back of one of the bathroom doors. She wasn't there all the time, but she would visit me in the mirror. One day in the fog of the window it said hi. I though Mom was playing with me and told her to quit when I got out. She didn't do it. Mom is pretty big on not lying, so I know she didn't.

After a few times of this I said hi. And finished my shower. The mirror then said "you can see me". I tried to just look out the corner of my eye while getting ready by the sink, so all I said was "yes, but I don't like to".

I told my Mom and she stormed into the bathroom. She ran the shower for a while and sat on the toilet to wait. The toilet was directly across from the mirror. The mirror told her to leave. We couldn't see it write, just saw the writing when it was done. We do not know how this was done.

My Mom's friend Brenda from work told Mom to give me a pen and a paper and I sat at the dining room table while Mom asked questions and Brenda watched. I got lots of scary answers. The thing did not like either Brenda or Mom and swore at them. Mom and Brenda tried lots of things to get rid of her, but it wasn't until Mom decided to let Brenda and her friends do a house blessing that things got weird.

I had to help with the blessing because I could see the things. We used holy water, salt, burning sage and chanted while walking all through the house. In my room, the boy just hid. He just felt sad. We told the things in the house that if it was good it could stay, if it was bad it had to leave.

When we got to Papa's room a scream started and did not end until we got into the basement. It sounded like we were killing someone. My Dad had to find something upstairs in a hurry for Brenda and he said that someone real strong pushed him up the stairs. When he got a couple steps from the top something yanked his leg out from under him. When Mom ran up to see what happened he was knocked out.

In the basement, the ladies said it was like a meeting place. I forget the word but a place where ghosts can come and go as they pleased. They thought this was how the lady got there. They burned my letter from the man/lady in a crack in the floor and closed that door.

Things stopped for a while after that, but didn't all the way end. Three years after we left that house it is still up for sale. People come and go, but no one stays.