This is something that happened a long while back – back when I was still living with my parents. I’ve long since moved out and am now 19, engaged, living with my fiance, and we now have a child on the way. Enough about that, though. Let’s get back to the main story.
I can’t quite be sure what I saw that night, but I am convinced that it was something paranormal. No human could possibly look like that, and I am absolutely certain that no one, not even the world’s greatest prankster, could pull off something so terrifying.
It was about 3 a.m. and I was wide awake. I’d been up all night, crying. This was normal for me at the time, as I was going through some tough times, which was partly why I’d moved out. I had school later that day and was extremely tired. I knew that if I didn’t get any sleep, I’d most likely fail the four exams I had later, so I decided to calm myself down by splashing cold water on my face, something which always makes me feel better for some unknown reason.
The way my room was set up, I had to walk past my closet – two doors that slide open, which takes great force to move – in order to get to the conjoining bathroom. My closet is in a short hallway, leading to said bathroom, and every time I walk past it, I get a creepy vibe for some unknown reason. Even my friends were freaked out by it, despite it never actually doing anything.
When I got to my bathroom, I did what I normally do when I calm myself. I turned on the tap and leaned down so the water wouldn’t make a mess, and splashed some of it onto my face, gently rubbing it in. Then, after shutting off the tap, I turned to the towel hanging beside the sink and dried my face. Doing this helped a lot, and I felt much better. Maybe, I’d even get some sleep. Well, I thought I would, until what happened next.
I looked into the mirror, expecting to see my puffy eyed face reflected back at me in the dim moonlight from the small window nearby, but what I saw instead has haunted me since. I saw my face, only different. My reflections eyes were solid black. They looked like the most impossible black, like the dark vacuum of space without stars had been places in two marbles that served as someone’s eyes, and its lips were curved into the most menacing smile possible – the kind of smile that would take you back to ancient times, when fear was stronger than anything else. The intent behind this smile could not possibly be good.
Then, before my eyes, it winked and turned, walking into the side of the mirror as if someone was walking off screen of a movie, leaving my terrified reflection staring back at me.