This story was written last year. Sorry for the delayed post.
We were together for a family gathering at my Aunt's house. We were about 12 people there and we decided to sit in the entertainment area, because it was the biggest room. We were all sitting on the couches just chatting away waiting for the food to finish cooking.
At one point my Dad was the only man amongst us ladies (the others went to the garage) and he was just sitting there listening to us girls cackle away. I was sitting next to my mother with my back towards the kitchen area and had a full view of the whole room. I was listening to my Aunt talking and my other Aunts giving commentary on what she was saying when to my right, right next to me, I hear this male voice mumble. The mumbling sounded almost like "Oh, hey!" It sounded like whoever made the noise was surprized to see me.
I looked around the room, especially behind me and there was no one there. No male except my Dad who was sitting on the opposite side of the room waiting for my Uncle to return. There was no way that it could have been the sound of voices echoing from the garage, because the garage is a distance away. Plus, the noise came from my right which is on the opposite side from the garage.
The second story I'm posting here is about the spare bedroom/study we have in our house. When I'm home alone I always leave the light to that room switched on. Reason: When the light is off you can clearly see shapes moving around in there. The shapes are about human height, but there's no distinct shape to it. When I get up to go to the bathroom at night I avoid looking into that room. I know there's something there. When we close the door it makes this tap tap tap sound even though the window in that room is always closed. At one point I put a bag of dog food against it just to make it stop.
I don't like mirrors period! I had all the mirrors in my room removed and while they were still there I had them covered with a cloth or turned with the mirror side down. For some reason I also don't want my cats to look in the mirrors. I get a horrible feeling just thinking about it. I have the need to protect them from the mirrors... Or what's behind it. Crazy, hey? Anyway, the only mirrors we have in the house is the one in the bathroom and the one in the living room. I use the one in the bathroom to do my make-up and give myself a once over in the large one in the living room.
The reason I don't like mirrors is, because if I spend too long a time in front of any mirror I feel like something is looking back at me. It's me in the mirror, but something else is looking through the eyes of my reflection. It creeps me out and I end up just looking down while brushing my teeth.
I can use this morning (2011-10-25) as an example. When I went to the mirror in the living room I checked to see if my hair, make-up and clothing is alright and presentable. Somehow when I looked at my face a second time it looked gaunt and my eyes were so deep set and dark. My cheek bones were protruding and my face looked almost triangular. I felt like the person standing there wasn't me. I turned my back to the mirror, grabbed my handbag and bolted for the front door.