The other night was really weird and frightening. I was sitting here at my desk and I heard a woman's voice talking that sounded eerily like my
mother. There were no other girls here, but maybe it was the TV that on upstairs. Sometime after, I heard coughing that again sounded just like my
poor, dying mother's. At this point I focused on the TV, and I found it was barely audible from where I was, impossible to discern much of anything.
Still bizarre, but I figured maybe my mind was making something out of the garbled 'white noise' that the TV was heard as.
Then, it got worse. I went and got a drink (fruit juice, not an alcoholic beverage) from the bar room, which is just off my office area. There is a
door, usually left open, from the office into the foyer, and just outside that door is a convex mirror that reflects the stairs and the front door. I
can't remember if I looked out there and first saw it, or if I had sat down and my gaze drifted to the mirror, but either way, I was sitting here and
staring at that mirror in horror as I saw the reflection of a strange figure.
Perspective is a little off, but what my crude illustration is showing is the view from my desk through the open doorway into the foyer, with the
mirror and the closed doors into the living room. The mirror is possibly something from WW II era or earlier, my grandmother had an almost identical
one, here is something similar to how it actually looks
since there was no way I
could give it justice without spending hours in GIMP. The reflection shows the main entrance (which is flanked by two vertical windows), some of the
ceiling and floor, and a staircase at the far side of the hall.
The figure was almost all some kind of dark grey color, which helped her 'pop out' in the shadowed foyer. She was wearing a long robe/dress with
billowing sleeves, portrayed in the light grey on the image, and had some kind of black cap, or maybe shawl on her head. (Similar to
At first I was scared, thinking it was someone that had broke in. It didn't seem to be moving at first, so I began to think if there had been a coat
hung over the end of the railing on the stairs. (Looking at it now in daylight, I can see that was impossible, as even if there had been, it would not
have showed up where the figure was) As I stared, I saw, to my horror, that the figure was moving. They moved ever so slightly, their sleeves
billowed. I watched, hoping she wasn't moving towards me
I thought of the 'obvious,' was this my mom's spirit? During that second run with chemo she did lose all her hair and may have worn a black skull cap
thing, although I don't remember if she actually had a black one. She didn't have anything with those sleeves like that, though, as far as I can
remember. Looking at the dress and the black cap, I thought that maybe it was clothing from a long time ago.
I don't know how long I spent sitting here, watching in terror, but I eventually texted my brother to come over for a minute, since he lives very
close by. He stayed for about an hour, although I didn't tell him about the thing, we were just talking about this and that. I didn't see it after he
had left, but oh boy, I dreaded having to go through that hallway to go upstairs to my room. (And you can believe I locked that door behind me,
although I doubt it would be much help if it was a spirit)
In the end, I don't know what it was I saw. Was it real? Was it an illusion my mind conjured out of the shadows, then enhanced with fear? Writing
about it now I am reminded of another weird incident I shared here before. One day I had been carrying recyclables down those stairs and I think I
could sense something wasn't right. It was super dark, despite there being a nightlight under the stairs, and I found myself nearly missing a step and
falling if I remember it right. (Should have just looked up my original recount of the event, but I don't remember how far back it would be...)
Are these two incidents connected? Is there some, possibly hostile, spirit haunting this area? If so, is she/it responsible for the other strange
things I have experienced here? Like when I went up those stairs to bed, and almost as if something had followed me, the door burst open with such
force it rebounded off the wall? Or the hostile presence I 'sensed' immediately after the door incident, and the other strange happenings I've
mentioned here like when I woke up with my throat hurting from being choked?
edit on 6-5-2014 by DaringDo because: Fixed some typos/added