When mirrors were first introduced, people thought they were windows and portals to other evil dimensions.
Of course nowadays people don’t think that. But this old belief maybe is where stories like Bloody Mary come from.
I think the best type of creepy is when you aren’t approached or hear noises, but when you see something. Not something obvious like a man with a knife in your bedroom, but something like seeing your reflection blink. Something creepy. You’re not sure if you should call 911 and get a shotgun or continue living. Like seeing a dark figure upstairs when you’re home alone, but you’re not sure if it’s just your imagination. But you can’t call 911 and run out of your house screaming, because if it’s your imagination, people’ll think you cracra. Not being able to act in a serious manner but also not being able to continue on normally because you saw this is unsettling.
That’s why I think people are so afraid of mirrors. They are looking the opposite way of were the monster is, but they can still see the monster. Vulnerability. Having No Control. Not being able to fight back. That’s scary.
So just remember this next time you’re brushing your teeth: A Demon Will Pop Out Of The Mirror Behind You And Kill You And You Can’t Do ANYTHING About It! Haha!
Remember when you’re sitting in that chair of yours, anyone could sneak up behind you.
Looking behind you?
< All of the following is 100% true. These are people who have experienced these stories’ point of view >
I moved to my dads when I was 10 and didn’t know anyone in the area, except for the family my dad was friends with. Single mom with 3 kids, luckily there was a girl a couple of years older than me (12 at the time I met her) and we got to know each other a little over a couple of years.
We weren’t close, but ended up having the same friends. One night my friend Rob was hanging out with her and her younger brother. They happened to be in the house alone because my friends mom was at work. Which is where this gets terrifying and sad. Her mother has been helping this one lady (through her work) and got to know her fairly well. She found out her sister was in a mental institution and was let out recently…
The night Rob is hanging out with my friend, they get a knock on the door. My friend thought it was just their mom (she knocks a certain way when coming in) and answered it without thinking. Rob wasn’t supposed to be there and he took off through the window to his house down the road. He never thought twice about it.
Wasn’t her mom. It was the sister of the lady her mom was helping, and she figured out through talking to her sister where her family lived and her moms working schedule. She came in, and this is where is don’t know details and I’m glad I don’t. My friend’s younger brother got away to the neighbors to call the police. The lady brutally murdered my friend a week from Christmas. Decapitated her and left her body, naked in a bathtub. Hid her head in a present box that was later discovered. I wasn’t allowed to go to her funeral.
“Dad, can you check under my bed for monsters?”
The little boy’s father smiled and then squatted down to check for monsters. He didn’t find a monster under his bed, he found his son.
The boy whispered, “Daddy, theres someone on my bed”
“Sam, could you come downstairs for a second? I need help with something”
“Alright, I’m coming”
“Don’t go down there, I heard it too” His mother’s voice sounded echoey coming out of the closet by the stairs.