One Friday night in 2004, a very strange thing happened with a mirror that was overtop of my dresser. I was in my bedroom folding laundry, and kept hearing what sounded like frying bacon. I went all over the house looking for what could be making that sound. It was loudest in the bedroom. I checked all the plug outlets to make sure everything was ok with that... I checked above head light fixtures...nothing.
I had shut everything down for the night around 11 pm and headed for bed. Sometime in the night, I woke up and had a most awful headache. I knew I wasn't dreaming. The pain in my head was too horrible and made me nauseous. After taking medication I laid back down and that's when I heard it again. Frying bacon. I laid there listening a few minutes and finally turned on the lamp. I gazed around the room and everything looked normal. Then my eyes caught sight of a glare on my mirror. My mirror was literally cracking. That's what the sound was. It started on the bottom left hand side and I watched as it slowly cracked going diagonally to the other side. I backed away from it for fear it would shatter. Maybe it could have been explained away to reasons due to science, but I wasn't aware of any reason for it to just start cracking.
A few days later I had my Dad replace the glass. A rather expensive replacement I might add. I never heard the sound again, until January 2006.
I had remarried by then and my husband woke me up one night and said, "Listen!" I heard it right away and knew just what it was. I said, "It's the mirror!" My husband's reply was (not knowing about the previous incident), "What? Why would you say that?"
He reached and turned on the lamp. Sure enough, it was cracking the same as before and in the same direction. Another expensive replacement the next day. He was shocked at the fact I knew what it was right away and even more shocked when I told him the previous story. I had not told him anything that went on in the house. I didn't want him to be scared off.
In the years since then, so far, no more mirror cracking... My wallet can breath a little easier.