The stool submitted by Adam.

Stool submitted by Adam.

Being that I haven't been able to go back to sleep, I thought I'd share my only ghost encounter.

I was 17 years old living in San Francisco and a big fan of the unknown. Anyways, oh wait, I always

told myself I ever saw a UFO or a ghost, I'd be the badass who would chase it down or

ask questions. Boy, was I wrong?

It was around 2.30 in the morning when I was suddenly

awoken by a really bad chill.

Chill that hurts your bones. Mind you, I'm Hispanic

so my family sleeps with about three heavy blankets. You know the ones with the eagle are lying on it.

Regardless, it was freezing.

Not trying to uncover myself, I turn over to look at my sliding closet door mirror.

It was foggy, as was my whole room from what I could make of it.

I thought perhaps the window was left open. I sit upright from my bed, rub my eyes, and what do I see?

A lady in a white silhouette. She's sitting on this old wooden stool wearing either a white nightgown or a wedding dress looking at herself in a tilting mirror I had. In complete shock and doubt I rub my eyes again thinking

to myself nah this isn't real. Sure enough there she was combing her long hair

but this time she noticed me. She just smiled and kept on combing. My jaw dropped in utter disbelief. I slowly

fell back in bed with the blankets pulled over my head and began to pray, our father

who art in heaven, for about five times over.

After I built the confidence to get back up, she was gone.

Not sure what her story was, nor did I bother to ask.

But if I remember correctly, one of your stories spoke about mirrors. Someone made sense. I had three mirrors.

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