Friday, January 16, 2009

I am stupid. Also, a child.

Anyone who has known me longer than like 5 minutes knows I'm a HUGE scaredy cat. I hate being scared, hate watching scary movies, hate reading scary stories, hate when people sneak up on me and make me jump. Seriously, it makes me cry.

So for some unknown reason, I stumbled across a forum on which people were posting scary stories they'd heard, and I stupidly read one about a mirror, which I will post below. I laughed at the absurdity of the story for a minute, then realized I had to pee. I started to get up and remembered that there are three mirrors in my bathroom. I sat back down. For 20 minutes, I was afraid to go to the bathroom. I distracted myself till I finally got up the courage to go in the bathroom, where I looked everywhere BUT the mirrors.

There are also two mirrors in my bedroom, which I will avoid as much as possible for the rest of my life. I may actually have to remove them.

I am ridiculous.

Here is the story:

Normally you sleep soundly, but the thunderstorm raging outside is stirring you from your sleep. You begin to doze, then another crash jolts you awake. The cycle lasts most of the night. So you lay there, eyes open and outward, looking at your room stretching out before you in oblong shadows. Your eyes move from nameless object, to object, until you reach your mirror, sitting adjacent to you across the room.

Suddenly a flash of lighting, and the mirror flickers in illumination. For a scant second the mirror revels to you dozens of faces, silhouettes within its frame, mouths open and eyes blackened. They stare out at you, their black pupils fixed upon your face.

Then it is done. Are you sure of what you have seen? Unsettled, you don’t sleep for the rest of the evening. The next morning you remove the mirror from your wall and toss it in the trash. It didn’t matter if the vision you had seen was of truth or falsehood, you wanted to be rid of that mirror. In fact, you scrap every mirror in your house.

Weeks pass and the event of that night falls into passive memory. You are spending the day at a friend’s house and it’s time to use the bathroom. While you are in there the faucet starts to run without you prompting it. Taken aback by this, you do not yet act, trying to reason with your paranoia in your mind. The water starts to steam and a skin of moisture covers the mirror up above. You’re watching intently as words form: “Please return the mirrors. We miss watching you sleep at night.”

13 comments:

Jen said...

that is just f*ing HILARIOUS! I remember when we were kids if you went in the bathroom, turned off the lights and said *something I can't remember* three times with your back to the mirror, when you turned around you would see an old lady in a rocking chair with a knife. DUDE!!!!!I still remember that TO THIS DAY and I can NOT pee with the ligts off. It scares the hell outa me. KNOWING IT AINT TRUE, it doesn't matter, its scary shit. I understand your psychosis, I have it too. haha

Now when a thunder/lightning storm comes through, I will have to medicate myself into a coma so I can sleep through it! Thanks Stacey, you always come through. hahahahahahaha Just pickin chicken.

Waterfall said...

They hide in the mirror? I always thought they were watching me from my closet. Which is why I always slept with my closet door shut.

Nicole Bradshaw said...

Ok, the story WAS pretty creepy (I got chill bumps.), but you are a GROWN WOMAN!! How are you going to convince Ace that there's no monster under his bed if you don't believe it yourself?

This may be a fear we have to conquer. I say we start by staying in a haunted hotel in New Orleans.

Watercolor said...

They are your guardian angels.

RhondaLue said...

ha ha...no the scary faces have a good view from the air vent that's directly above your bed on the ceiling...errr maybe that's just my house.

Seriously, that stories so funny to me. But when I was a kid I scared myself SILLY doing the bloody mary thing in the mirror. Seriously, even if I didn't say it, sometimes I'd think it even when I tried not to and was afraid that'd call the Bloody mary chick out of hiding. ha ha ha

so now everyone that wants to get you a gag gift can do the trick with wrapping up some mirrors, eh? I hope none of the jokesters in your life read this. teehee

Keely Miller said...

I am sorry that thst stoy scared you. I hope you can go pee from now on. LOL!!!
I love scary stories. Could you post a link to that website. I would love to read them.
I promise that I will not tell you any of the other stories on th website. Pinky Swear!!!!

Sharon said...

Ah, OK.
I could have done w/o.
NEVER watch The Strangers!!!

Jonathan said...

Hello cousin.

I remember when you had to leave the living room every time the Wicked Witch made an appearance on Wizard of Oz. You loved that movie, but you'd get freaked out every scene where she appeared.

I also remember when you had hundreds of baby spiders crawling throughout the intricate threading of your rug after a larger spider was smashed with a slipper. Those were good times.

From the Doghouse said...

Nicole, take her to the Myrtles in St. Francisville, La. I've stayed there once.

mayberry said...

Thanks a lot. It's going to be great the next night Hubby has to work and I have to go home to dark house by myself.

Andrew said...

Haha Jonathan - baby spider explosion! That was some good stuff. I've never heard anyone say "OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod" so fast.

Word verification is "undini". Is that like underwear that's easy to slip out of?

Jennifer said...

I'm such a scaredy cat that I scrolled right past the story and to the comment box.

Jessaca said...

hey cuz,
thanks for that...

read it during the day and didn't think about it again till i was TRYING to sleep.

thanks, thanks...

love you!