My brother told me that I live my life like I'm in a horror movie. I think that is only medium true.. I'm not constantly looking over my shoulder. I've never been stalked by a serial killer (as far as I know). I don't always turn on all the lights in the middle of the night when I have to go to the bathroom, and I would never run upstairs, essentially locking myself into a house if a killer was chasing me.
My brother is right in a sense, however, because I know how to terrify myself... And I do it everyday. When I am brushing my teeth before bed, I'm not sure I didn't see a ghostly figure pass behind me in the mirror. While lying in my bed, I may or may not see a shadow person leaning over the bed looking down at me with scary demon eyes..
This is the crazy world I live in.. I'm sure ghosts are targeting me because of my fear. They know I'm weak, I think... Probably aliens would like to abduct me as well.. I'm pretty sure they read minds so don't get carried away with your anti-alien thoughts. I thought I was getting abducted once. It was terrifying! But that story is for another time.
So, my recent paranormal experience was just a couple of weeks ago. I was getting ready to go to bed so I was turning off all of the lights. The last one was the light over the stove... I have a teapot that sits on the stove at all times. Just as I was switching off the light, I caught a glimpse of a person in the reflection of the teapot. This kind of shit is exactly what I am so damn afraid of! My breath caught in my throat. My heart felt like it moved six inches up my chest and was trying to slowly crawl through my tubes and out of my mouth. I wanted to scream and cry and run, but I couldn't. I could still see the reflection of the phantom in the teapot. And then. It. MOVED. That motherfucker actually moved towards me!! I thought my heart would stop beating and I would just die right then and there. But that didn't happen. What did happen was that I put my hand up to my mouth (nervous habit) and the same thing happened in the reflection. Just the fact that I saw more movement scared the shit out of me until my brain recognized that the scary creature in the reflection was in fact mirroring my movements. YES. It was me in the goddamn teapot. Not a ghost or a demon or even an alien waiting to take me to it's home planet... It was just little old me, terrifying myself AGAIN.
Then I had to go tell my husband what had happened. And he just laughed and called me an idiot, like usual.
The end.
