Before I tell my story, I want to give you a little background on my family history... Starting with my mom. Just to save myself some typing, I'll tell you the blunt part of it: She dreams things and they come true... Never good things, but the fact that a lot of the stuff happens is well, creepy. My mom and I have long believed that this "gift" has been passed through her side of the family (she always told me stories of my grandpa having really crazy stuff happen to him) and that it is very very real. Well, one day me and my mom got into a HUGE fight and I ended up in my room alone crying, pacing and in more emotional pain then I've ever been in. I was looking in my mirror crying when I heard a "POP" noise (it sounded like someone dropped a light bulb). I knew something had happened. I started by inspecting the mirror I was looking into, nothing had happened to it. When I walked around my room I found my glass tray had broken into pieces! And I'm most definitely telling you it was some thick glass. Without thinking twice, I ran into the kitchen where my mom was and started screaming about how she broke my tray... She had no idea what I was talking about.
A lot of my friends have came up to me throughout the years and have said "man that stuff that happens to you is so cool! I wish something like that would happen to me" and let me tell everyone out there reading this there is nothing cool about being haunted and if you seen half of what I have, you would probably go crazy.
Thanks for reading anyway though, I really hope someone in the future will learn or prosper from this story in some way. To anyone else out there that's haunted also and need someone to talk to who are in the same shoes, email me chilli6969 [at] hotmail [dot] com.