"My parent moved a lot due to work but I stopped living with them and lived with my grandma instead. Dad's office always gives a free house to stay in whenever they move and this one time they moved in a small town but the "office house" was located in the area where people rarely lived. The house itself was old, it had a huge door and huge windows just like a really old house in war times.
It was my 3rd visiting and I always liked the house because of how breezy it was due to big windows and my favorite spot was a room that they didn't use in the middle of the house. It only served as small storage but the place was really breezy and comfy.
One time I took an afternoon nap there, closed the grid on the window so the sunlight wouldn't get through but it was still breezy. I slept on the floor with a pillow next to a very big mirror. I felt someone caressing the back of my head and it felt really good, so I thought it was my grandma because she used to always do this when I was sleeping.
I ignored it and continued to take a nap but as I tried to sleep, I could feel the texture of the hand turn into somewhat rough, like a very wrinkled but stiff hand and I woke up because it started hurting.
When I opened my eyes and saw the reflection in the mirror, it was an ugly hand like one of those zombie hand in the movies. Pale, lot of wounds and the nails were long. I jolted out of the room so fast into the front of the house. Then I remembered that my grandma wasn't even there to visit me.
After that, I never sleep in a room where I can see a mirror or anything that can reflect anymore. If I stay in a hotel and there is a mirror in there that I can see from where I sleep, I cover it with towel or something."
Ty Holder
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