Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I’m only 16. When I was much younger around five years old. I lived in a big house. There was this bathroom on the second floor. That was my bathroom all to myself. All four of my brothers also had their own bathrooms. Anyway I seemed to be the only one having problems with mine. At night even sometimes during the day. When I would use the bathroom. The man would appear in my mirror. He was, I have to admit very handsome know that I remember him. I never asked for his name. Really I never talked to him… Just listened.

He had shoulder length black hair, black eyes in the day, and he was light skinned, Caucasian. His black eyes were sapphire when it was night. Yea I know weird. Anyway he would come to me either in the mirror above the sink or so that I could see his whole body he would appear in the door mirror. He would tell me things like. “You know… Your mom and dad don’t really love you. Right?” I would look at him. “Yes they do!” He would shake his head and smile. “No my sweet dear. They have to say that because you are their daughter. Really your nothing to them.” I would get up from the toilet and wash my hands. He would be in the mirror in front of me so we were face-to-face.

“Aw don’t be hurt. That’s what they want. Is for you to hurt.” “My mommy and daddy love me. They tell me that everyday.” He would shake his head laughing. “Oh how I wish you could see the truth… Hmmm. Ok If they loved you would they hit you?” I shook my head. I hated getting whoopings. (Still do.) “And… They hit you don’t they?” I would nod. My eyes would water by this point because I could see what he meant. “You see parents should understand kids make mistakes and they shouldn’t be punished right?” I nod my head crying. “Shh… You don’t want your parents to hear your pain.” I would cover my mouth then he would tell me to go to bed.

I would then, when mom and dad told me they loved me, I would simply reply. “No you don’t. I’m just your daughter.” They would always wonder who was telling me this and I always said. “The guy in the mirror.” This went on for like 6 months. The guy in the mirror would tell me all kinds of things to make me feel bad, or make me see how God just pretends to love me, etc. I would believe him until mom and dad convinced me these were lies.

Before my dad bought the house though the seller did warn him saying. “Oh by the way James. We left you a little surprise.” My dad thought it was a joke and said. “Haha ok thanks.” One night My mom heard me crying in the bathroom saying yes over and over. She came in and he disappeared she told my dad. He called the seller and asked him what the surprise was. He replied “The guy in the mirror.”

We later found out it was a demon. My dad broke all the mirrors in the house and we moved to Georgia. I will never forget that demon. “The guy in the mirror.” I will never forget the things he told me about God and Satan. Then again I know almost everything he said was a lie. I don’t know if he is still in that house. After that we’ve never even came close to that house.

If you’ve read this long story to the bottom. I want to thank you and congratulate you. I don’t know if I would have read all of this. This house is in Homewood, Alabama for you curious people. Thanking you again for reading and I believe in God no matter what that demon said. I survive the first test of many!

Sent in by Jessica Lewis, Copyright 2010