Shiver: A Collection Of Paranormal Stories

The Pastor's House - Part 2

The new house with the chain lock is getting creepier to me. I feel presence with me at night, shadows lurk around.

The basement and the bathroom are the places I find creepiest, I'm not fond of any room though. The mirror in the bathroom gives me the creeps, it's hard to explain, but the mirrors that distort your image and make your pupils small are the ones that aren't good. There's another type to look out for as well, the ones that make your image almost look dreamy, making your pupils too large and they draw you in, this is the case for the mirror in my mom's room.

I've seen countless things in my mother's mirror. It's just an average mirror, she bought it at walmart, it had a black frame, not the sort of mirror you'd expect to be haunted, it beared no resemblance to the conjuring mirror which now resided at the Warren's Occult Museum, it was just a regular mirror. The bathroom mirror was an older one, it slid to the side to reveal a medicine cabinet and was probably more of the haunted mirror stereotype.

I've been finding it hard to sleep recently, at night I feel like I'm not alone, but I feel alone at the same time. Alone in a physical sense, no other living being was in my room with me, but I felt a menacing presence, one I couldn't explain which made me feel less alone in the worst way possible.

I'd lie in bed, afraid to turn off my salt rock lamp because I'd start to see the shadows, blacker than black, lurking around my room, coming closer to the bed. My heart would race and I'd have to turn the light back on, feeling little to no comfort with my prayers.

I'd fall asleep around 4 to 6 AM and remain in bed, I'd be home alone for the day, left alone with whatever presence lurked within the house.

This house belongs to a Pentecostal church and if a pastor was to travel to work here we would have to move, this house was built by a pastor at least 40 years ago, I could've sworn my grandmother said the house was older than her and she's in her 60s.

I go out into the house when I'm home alone and I see shadow people from the corner of my eye, lurking everywhere. I'm afraid to turn my back to the room or to the basement. I feel like I'm slowly going insane because everytime I look, nothing's there.

I decide to take a bath and close all the doors out of anxiety for what might lurk there when I'm preoccupied after I see a man's figure standing on the side of my bed. I won't let them take my space from me, I won't let them give me more anxiety about my own space.

I run the bath and sit on the toilet, waiting. I take my housecoat off and fling it down on the floor, seeing my arm in the mirror even though it was not in mirror view.

I get more and more creeped out and try to avoid the mirror. When I get into the bath I have a strong feeling that I am not alone, that something is with me, informing the mirror spirit of when I'm looking. I start to break down, this has to be in my head. I struggle with anxiety and ocd, this has to be a reflection.

When I get out, I notice the water on the floor. I wasn't splashing, I wasn't making a mess, the shower curtains hang outside the bathtub like I'd had it the whole time before I'd even ran the bath.

The water is in a puddle so I use my dirty clothes to mop it up, when I'm finished I pick up my housecoat and my slippers and notice the bath water's ran down past the mopped up puddle to the door and beneath my slippers.

This gives me a chill because the puddle was completely mopped. I hurrily cleaned it up with handwashing towels and exited the bathroom, seeing that the water ran past the door into the hallway.

I run into my room, call my boyfriend for comfort and the noises from the bathroom start like someone is walking around.

I stay in my room until my mother comes home.

I'll keep you all updated.