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Girl in the Attic

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Okay, so when I was 12, we lived in this house in Southeastern Idaho, and my room was in the back of the house and my closet had the door to the attic in it. Now, at this time, it was in the middle of my parents’ divorce, and they had just uprooted me from the life I had lived for the last 6 years, and at the time that was a huge deal. Half my life.

Anyway, I don’t know if this was brought on by emotional stress or what, but one night, I was lying awake in bed, unable to sleep and curled into a ball facing the room. I was wrapped in a big comforter, but the temperature int he room kept dropping, until I was sure I should have seen my breath.

I opened my eyes and looked around my room, and on the wall in between the closet door and the door to my room, I had this vanity, complete with a mirror, that had been built into the wall before we moved in. I stared at that for a while, watching the window directly across from it through it.

As I watched, I saw two hands reach up and start pushing the window open, but when I looked at the window, nothing was there. It wasn’t even open. I looked back at the mirror and the hands were gripping the bottom of the frame, and someone was pulling themselves up. My window was about 7 feet off the ground. They pulled themselves up and through the window, pushing my window blinds out of the way. When I looked back to the window, they only swayed slightly.

When I looked back at the mirror, the figure was standing up. It was a girl with long dark hair and light skin, her hair smooth and soft looking, as if she took good care of it. It hung in front of her face and down her back, swaying slightly as she moved. She took a step forward, and then another. Continuing across my room until she came to the mirror. she lifted her head, staring at the mirror and then turning until she was facing my reflection. She stared for a few seconds before moving out of my sight towards the closet. A few moments later and the closet slowly opened, and I heard her climb up into the attic, pushing the trapdoor out of the way.

Since then, every time I look in the mirror, I see a faint figure standing behind my right shoulder, watching everything I do. I hate looking at my reflection, because I’m so scared of it. We’ve moved out of that house, but it followed me and I just want it gone.

Fuckyeahnightmares Mod James: 9/10 It might be because I’m the alone one awake in my house right now and it’s midnight but this was spooky as hell.  Mirrors get me the most.  It sounds like the opposite of a vampire.  I’m sorry whatever that is follows you around.  Just think of it like the hitchhiking ghosts in the haunted mansion ride in Disneyland… if that’s comforting at all.  I’m rambling, anyway, thanks for sharing the scares!




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Girl in the Attic

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