It's now time for just the terror with Nick Guerra.

Smiled back. I've always been a night owl.

In fact, I often stay up at night and clean my house.

It's so much easier to get things done when everyone is asleep. A few months ago in the

early morning hours I was tinkering with something by my living

room mirror. When I looked up, what I saw in the mirror critter me out to this day.

It was my reflection smiling at me, but I wasn't smiling. I know because my blood ran cold.

The smile was very subtle and it wasn't friendly, was mean, angry and evil. I freaked out, blinked a few times, and I was back to looking normal.

I now attempt to be in bed before 3 a.m.

Ever since I was a little girl, something has been following me in my dreams, even after I moved from one continent to another.

It disguises itself as something, it's not.

The first time I dreamt of it, it took the form of a Virgin Mary painting from my church. It was smiling that same

smile I saw in my mirror. I'm now 32 and it still appears in my dreams a few times a year disguised as a friendly person.

Lately it's been trying to convince me to trust it. I can't remember what it says, but I get that stranger danger feeling. I sense it every time.

In my dreams, I begin relentlessly, praying to God until I wake up.

Other spooky stuff has happened to me over the years, like my old cat freaking out and clawing to get away from me while staring at a corner in my room.

I remember bringing her back to the room to confirm what I just witnessed.

She reacted the same way, poofed up, clawing away.

I never saw a thing in that room.

I keep praying to God and hoping for the best. First lockdown experience.

This lockdown happened when I was in primary school.

I was around 10 years old. I'm now 19.

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