Good evening, dear readers.
I am writing to you...and I am sad to say...I believe I am
going mad. Now don‘t start telling otherwise, because I haven‘t told you the
story yet. Also, if I am not
going mad then the answer is much more strange of what has been going on to me
lately. I beg I find an answer, I have been sitting days and nights researching
this in the libraries, but I haven’t found much. But first, let me tell you
what happened to me.
It was my
mirror.
I started
noticing something strange while looking at my reflection. It was if it started
to react a millisecond slower than me. When I would walk past a mirror, my
reflection would follow me a millisecond later than usual. Of course, at first
I thought it was because I was tired, I put the blame on my sleepless nights
and busy days. But something has happened and it made me change my mind. I was
looking at my mirror, Tuesday morning I believe, it was right after shower. I
was inspecting it with a keen eye, checking, hoping that I imagined everything.
But then…my reflection smiled to me. Not with eyes. That other me just smiled
with her mouth showing her teeth. And the teeth – they seemed sharper than
mine. It lasted only a second, but that second was too long.
Naturally,
I did the one thing I do best when I’m faced with the unknown. I googled it. At
first I found lots and lots of horror stories, but I kept on searching. I had
to have at least some proof that I wasn’t the only one experiencing this. And I
had to know what it meant. Questions just popped in my mind one after another:
does this happen a lot? Was this one time deal or will it happen again? Does it
happen to random people? Why does this happen?
I found
information about psychics, meditation, out of body experience, but most of
them concentrated on changing of the eyes, seeing the aura and so on. But my
reflection did none of those things. It smiled at me. With sharp teeth. This is
not meditation. It might have been a hallucination, but I did not take anything
before to make me hallucinate. I asked the ghosts, but they seemed clueless as
well. Am I just simply going mad? Or am I slowly getting consumed by darkness
like the last reporter? I actually never found out what really happened to her.
I just got this job almost like out of nowhere. But who can I ask about it?
Not finding
anything on the Internet, I thought I might try out the public library. But
sadly all it had were books about reflection of your actions and how you can
change for the better. Nothing about the actual reflections. I tried to go to a
psychotherapist to ask maybe there is something wrong with me and I have to
know why my mind is playing tricks. He said I seem perfectly normal. Well, ok,
not perfectly normal, but mostly
normal. He was intrigued by my story as well, but just said I was probably
tired and a tired mind always has a lot of tricks for the eyes. I got a scan of
my brain (that thing is a bit expensive though) but it showed nothing.
Right now,
I honestly don’t know where to look anymore. If you have some contacts please
write them to me. I am not frightened easily – I live with ghosts, for heaven’s
sakes. I enjoy looking into supernatural, but this time supernatural looked
back at me. It has been almost a week now since that incident and I do not know
if it will happen again. Part of me is very curious and part of me is scared.
There is nothing much I can do but search more information and wait.
And for
you, my dear readers, now I can only wish you to sleep tight. If you can.
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