It was horrible, just horrible. My dad, my younger sister, and I had just gotten home from our long train ride from St. Louis. The train had been delayed and the snack bar was sold out. I was extremely tired and was in no mood to be bothered. Though, someone thought they could bother me.
I had just been put into bed and was drifting off to sleep. I didn't sleep long. I had woken up to a feeling. A feeling that I was being...watched. By someone or....something. I ignored my feeling and started to ponder about the things I had done in St. Louis. I had a tendency to stare at the mirror. The mirror was the door to a closet in the bedroom and when it's bent and you're in the dark in makes scary reflections. This time the mirror wasn't bent.
I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. It was caught in my neck. I saw this old man...he was very pale. He was in a dark suit. Kind of like a black dress. It was a meshy type of material. He had his arm stretched out over me and his hand hovering over my head. I was near the edge of the bed so he could have easily reached me. I whipped my head away from the mirror and looked in the direction the figure was. Instead of the figure I saw nothing. Nothing was there except the rest of the room. I looked back at the mirror and there he was stand by the side of the bed again. I looked to where he was and he was gone. I figured then that this wasn't real but the third time I looked into the mirror he had begun to move and this time, I knew it was all very real.
I had gained back my voice and had screamed, "DAD!!" at the top of my lungs. I heard him jump off the couch and leap down the stairs to the room. I turned the light on and the only thing in the mirror now was my dad in the doorway. I knew the room too well for anything weird to have been reflected as it had done. I had explained what I had seen to my dad and he said it was just a figment of my imagination. He was so wrong. He found that out the hard way.
I had left the next day, and my dad had slept in that room that night and had experienced what had happened to me. So not only did this happen to two people in two days, but an adult witnessed it, not just some 13 year old girl.