Bahama Drama February 17, 2025

Don’t Trust Mirrors

Lord something serious going on in my house, and I need some advice. I live in Fox Hill, and I just find out that back in the day, part of this neighborhood used to be a cemetery. They say Freedom Park and some of these houses round here sitting on old graves.

So, here’s what happening. When I moved in, I met this big, human-size mirror in the apartment. It got a nice old-school wooden frame, but it ain’t on the wall, it just lean up against it. It look kinda old, but still in good shape, so I decide to keep it.

Now, every night before I go sleep, I make sure the mirror in the same spot before I lock my bedroom door. But every morning, I wake up, and the mirror move. Not a little bit, it further down the wall like somebody shifting it in the night.

At first, I thought maybe I accidentally push it, but I ain’t touch it. And my door still locked when I wake up, so ain’t nobody else in here.

But bey, this where it get worse.

The past few nights, something been tapping on my bed while I sleeping. Light, steady tapping, like somebody trying to wake me up. The first time, I ignore it, thinking I dreaming, but it keep happening. Last night, I actually wake up to it, three soft taps on the wood right next to my head. I look around, ain’t nobody there, but the room feel different. Like I wasn’t alone.

Then, last night, I see something that make my skin crawl.

I wake up in the middle of the night, and for some reason, my eyes go straight to the mirror. And bey, I see somebody in there.

It was an old woman, dressed in pink church clothes with a matching hat, the kind old people wear to Baptist church on Sunday. She had on white shoes and a dress that look like it was sewn together as one piece, like something from back in the day. She look about 90 years old, but she wasn’t scary looking, more like she was confused, like she ain’t know where she was.

She was moving slow, just looking around like she trying to remember something. But bey, she wasn’t in my room. She was inside the mirror.

I try move, try say something, but before I could do anything, I blacked out.

Next thing I know, I wake up, and the mirror was on the other side of the room again. My bed feel cold, like somebody was standing next to it all night.

I don’t know what to do. If the mirror moving, and something tapping my bed, and now I seeing people inside it, what else going on in here when I ain’t looking? I thinking bout getting rid of the mirror, but what if that make things worse?

Anybody ever experience something like this, especially in Fox Hill? Cause right now, I feeling uneasy in my own house.

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Throw out the mirror and see what happens.

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Don't Trust Mirrors

Lord something serious going on in my house, and I need some advice. I live in Fox Hill, and I just find out that back in the day, part of this neighborhood u

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