29 February 2016 | February 2016
The only experience I have ever had was when I was a student living in digs. It was a dark and gloomy sort of Victorian tenement place always cold and damp. I had a small room at the front of the house next door to the bathroom. One evening, I was in the bathroom getting ready to go out and when I looked in the mirror, the person looking back wasn’t me. I jumped as you might imagine in shock. It was a surreal experience as the person in the mirror was an old man and he peered at me even after I jumped in shock. We stared at each other for what seemed an eternity and was probably no more than a few seconds before he disappeared and my own reflection reappeared.
I told my flatmates about the experience later and it seems I was the lucky one as one or two of them had experienced shadows, noises and even seen an old man or smelled that old man smell in the place.
At the time, I really didn’t think much about it. But now , many years later, I wonder who was the old man who stared back at me from the mirror?
Submitted by Dave.
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