hahaha don’t leave me hanging like that! Tell me!
OK, apologies to anyone not wanting a ghost story
When I was about 15/16 I acquired a very large, ornate old mirror. Can't remember exactly where from, all I know is that my dad got it last minute from an auction. It was the type of mirror that was free standing as it was so heavy (long before they were a thing on instagram) we all used to joke it was cursed, that the carvings on it were demon markings etc. Usual dramatic Kids imagination.
It was Christmas eve and I was sat in front of this mirror getting ready to go to a party. My mother was in the bathroom and I was calling across to her chatting, as you do. We were the only people in the house. My brother and dad had already gone on ahead to the party.
I was curling my hair day dreaming into the mirror, and you know when you kind of have like a mini out of body experience, everything goes quiet but your not even aware of it because it's so subtle? I was looking directly at my reflection, but I could see a shape behind me in the mirror out of the corner of my eye.. the shape resembled my mother - petite, long dark hair past the shoulders, wearing a cream blouse of some sort, for a split second I thought it was her so looked directly at the shape. The image in the mirror seemed to move closer to me in mirror and I could then see the face was kind of blacked out but I could still see blurred features that it was a woman. If you have seen The Ring you will know what I mean! And this was way before The Ring, I'd say about 1997ish. (I can't watch that film it makes me feel sick because of my experience)
I spun around thinking it was my mother, nothing was behind me. I stood up with jelly legs and for some reason a really odd fuzzy head like I'd been drinking. I felt like I couldn't speak. I went into the bathroom expecting to see my mother, but she'd gone downstairs.
After I'd wobbled into the bathroom it was like I'd broken the spell. My heart was pounding and I was shaking. I went downstairs and I must have looked like shit because my mum asked me with a very straight face what was wrong... I told her and expected her to laugh (she was a woman who believed strongly in science deffo not ghosts) but she didn't. She looked quite serious and said she'd had a very similar experience at the same age!
To cut an already long story short, about a year after the mirror got smashed and to say 7 years of bad luck has followed would not be an exaggeration. I'd say it's more like 25 years of bad luck