"When I was 13 or 14 years old, I shared a bedroom with my sister and there was a mirror on the wall across from my bed. I woke up to a very bright light one night, as if someone had been shining a flashlight in my face. When I opened my eyes I saw an old man in a hospital gown with a reeeeeally long beard in front of the mirror. It was the old man that was shining so brightly.
He was putting on a feather necklace and saw me looking in the mirror. I was so terrified that when he started to turn to look at me, I froze. I couldn't call out to anyone because my voice wouldn't come out, and I couldn't even move. I closed my eyes and didn't open them again until it was time to get up. I went to school looking like a mess, because I went days without looking in the mirror. I never stayed alone in the bedroom again or in any place with mirrors."
"PS: To this day there's no mirror in my bedroom."
