Images In The Mirror

    Too often we see images in mirrors that haunt us for years until we can let them go . . . that is, when they no longer frighten us. This seems to be the key to letting go of haunting images that usually are seen in a mirror. 

    Mirrors do creep me out. I’ve had my share of mirror experiences, but I do have a fondness of hearing the experiences of others who have seen images in mirrors.

    Years ago I heard of a celebrity who saw a murder in a mirror. I don’t remember the details or who the celebrity was, but since that day I’ve had this love/hate relationship with mirrors. Are there messages for us to unravel left in mirrors? Is it residual energy captured in mirrors? Or is it a warning against vanity of our constant need to look at our image in a mirror?

    People do believe spirits get trapped in mirrors, that’s why when there is a death in the family, mirrors are covered out of respect — and to prevent their spirits from being trapped inside it.

    There is also a belief that mirrors are portals from which good and evil spirits can travel through from one realm to another. 

    When Mary Beth lost her grandmother, she spent hours in her room gazing into her mirror, praying to speak with her grandmother once again. At night her mirror would vibrate, waking her. She would get out of bed and peer into the mirror calling to her grandmother . . . but she never received a message from her or saw her image in the mirror. Her mother thought this obsession of Mary Beth’s was unhealthy and removed the mirror from her room, but she found other mirrors in the house to gaze into.

    She had the hand mirror of her grandmother’s that she hid in a drawer along with her brush and comb. When Mary Beth was alone in the house she would bring it out and call to her grandmother. One particular day, Mary Beth decided to gaze in the mirror and speak to her grandmother as though she was actually there. She had so very much to share. This was calming to her until one day, she saw something in the mirror . . . and it wasn’t her grandmother or any relative.

    It was an elderly man dressed in overalls. His mouth was moving, but Mary Beth couldn’t hear what he was saying. She was torn between gazing deeper into the mirror and putting it in the drawer.

    Of course, Mary Beth gazed deeper into the mirror. She even put it up to her ear. She had to know what this old farmer had to say. She did live in an old farm house with 100 acres. There was probably something important she needed to do to help him. Mary Beth was an avid reader of mysteries. This was an adventure she was eager to pursue.

    Her mother returned home. Mary Beth quickly put the mirror to the drawer. Her adventure had to wait.

    She asked her mother about the previous owner. There wasn’t much to tell, but there was something strange about the son who sold them the place. 

    “He told us to always keep a light on in the barn. Well, you know your father, he didn’t do what others told him to do.”

    “But the barn has a light on at night.”

    “Yes, now it does, but when we first moved in, he turned it off since we weren’t using it, except for storage.”

    Mary Beth remembered how all their boxes were ruined due to the barn flooding. The strange thing was there was no rain or snow that could have caused it, it was summer. When her father left the light on in the barn, the flooding stopped. But this was after he spent a fortune on plumbers and surveyors to check over the property to discover a reasonable explanation.

    Since Mary Beth couldn’t hear what the farmer in the mirror was trying to tell her, she thought her mystery should begin in the barn. That seemed to be the logical place to take the old mirror and gaze in it. Her mother thought it a wise move to get the mirror out of the house and the barn seemed a logical place. She climbed up into the loft, set it up against some bales of hay and started calling to the old farmer.

    “I know there’s something strange about this barn,” Mary Beth began. “What do you want me to know?”

    “Well,” responded the mirror, or so she thought. There was no image, just the statement “well.” 

    Mary Beth was quite confused, well what she thought. Then she thought of water. “A water well!” she exclaimed. That had to be it.

    The old farmer’s image was seen in the mirror. He told Mary Beth of how he was out fetching water from the well and felt a sharp stabbing pain in his chest. He fell forward and into the well. His wife and children looked all over for him. They couldn’t believe he would run off, but since he hadn’t returned, that’s what they believed.

    The family moved away. The old well was obsolete in the minds of the new owners who wanted to modernize the old farm house. It was filled in with dirt and the brick casing was used as flooring for the new barn that was built over the old well.

    Mary Beth looked down at the patch of old bricks that made a strange circular pattern on the barn floor. “Could this be the grave of the old farmer in the mirror,” she thought.

    After much persuading on Mary Beth’s part, her father finally had the barn floor dug up and the bones of the old farmer were discovered and removed. It was confirmed that Mr. Clay Miller had fallen into the well. His children returned and gave him a fitting funeral.

    There are indeed many mysteries to uncover . . . hidden within mirrors.

    What have you seen in your mirrors? Please let me know in the comments below.

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    Haunted Dolls

    Dolls Creep Out A Lot Of People.

    I’m sure many of you have Haunted Dolls … or know someone who does … Or have had some experiences where you know a doll moved or blinked its eyes or turned its head … 

    Well … over at Heather’s Hauntings, she caught a doll moving on tape with witnesses!! There was no hanky panky going on … the doll did indeed move … Check it out for yourself!!

    Heather’s Hauntings Haunted Dolls:


    This Was Quite An Experience!!

    I enjoy Heather’s Videos and those of The G Team Paranormal Investigations … They were so thrilled they caught the doll movement on tape!!

    It is rare to capture such images without going through hours and hours of video … This was truly a special treat!!

    Of course there will be scoffers … scoff away … There could be a logical explanation … or a paranormal one … It seemed to go along with the EVP of that particular doll wanting attention …

    Crazy stuff happens around us all the time … Do we notice it? Do we miss it? I know I’ve missed a lot … but then I notice when something has been moved … but not actually seeing it move … 

    I hope you liked this video from Heather’s Hauntings … Leave me a comment below about your haunted doll stories.

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    Dolls Creep Me Out

    I may not be alone — dolls creep me out.

    I felt this way before Chucky! There has always been something creepy about them.

    But a Raggedy Ann doll?  What could be creepy about it?

    It’s not the doll, but what’s in the doll.

    Ed and Lorraine Warren renowned demonologists and paranormal investigators have Annabelle locked up in their private creepy Occult Museum in their house in Monroe, Connecticut.  Ed Warren passed in 2006, but Lorraine Warren continues with paranormal investigations.

    The story of Annabelle is well known, but for those who may not know I’ll give a brief history. In the 1970’s a woman bought a Raggedy Ann doll at a hobby shop for her daughter’s birthday. Her daughter was an adult and a nursing student. It seemed lots of young girls liked having dolls and stuffed toys on their beds — perhaps a connection to their childhood and home. And, I remember how popular these dolls were to make in all sizes.

    As you can see from the picture above, Annabelle was a fairly large Raggedy Ann doll.

    As the story goes, two nursing students shared an apartment and the Raggedy Ann doll was a prominent figure in the house. As long as it was a doll and behaved as a doll, everything was all right, but it didn’t.  There were “messages” written on parchment paper — which the girls did not have in their apartment. The doll would move from one bedroom to the living room . . . and was seen standing on her own.

    Of course, this frightened the girls and they consulted a psychic.  They were told how a little girl, Annabelle, died on the property and her soul was in the doll. They were also told that the little girl wanted to stay and live with the young nursing students. They agreed and were very sympathetic to the story.

    As time passed, the doll’s behavior got more erratic and violent until the Warren’s were called in and the doll had to be removed. The doll had a demon inside, not a child. This demon was biding its time until it would eventually possess one of the nursing students.

    This possession thing is what creeps me out. I try not to think about demons, but they are very much a part of the paranormal as angels. And, too, often they are encountered in antiques.

    We, as collectors, have a kind of romantic attachment to stories and wanting to preserve the old, but we do, at times, encounter things that we can’t handle or don’t want to handle.

    I’ve never really liked puppets or marionettes.  I thought they were just creepy.

    My brother got a Howdy Doody Marionette for Christmas one year and I stayed away from it.  Gary got good at manipulating the strings and having him walk around and up and down the stairs and even do a little dance, but I wasn’t amused, I was afraid of it — it just wasn’t natural.

    I’m not claiming it was possessed, I’m just saying I didn’t like it. Howdy Doody was fine on television, but not in the same room with me. And it was fine for my brother to have as long as he kept it in his room.

    Well, it seemed this toy would be in other parts of the house. Maybe my brother was trying to scare me, but he claimed he left it in his room.  I guess one day, this little marionette got in my mother’s way and it was put out in the trash.

    As my mother admitted decades later when I asked her what happened to Howdy Doody, she admitted to throwing it out. “That thing kept staring at me. I swear it moved, crossing its legs and folding its arms.”

    Throughout the day she kept hearing something in Gary’s room. She thought maybe there was a mouse in the house, but all she saw was that marionette.  She studied it as it seemed to study her each time she went into the room.  She moved it in the closet and it returned to the desk.

    She got a paper bag out of the drawer and put Howdy Doody in it and put it in the trash. When my brother and I came home from school, she had some cookies for us.  We did go out to play for awhile, but after dinner when we were doing our homework, nothing was said about the missing Howdy Doody doll.

    I asked my brother about it and he just shrugged and said, “One day it was gone. I was glad to see it go.”  Then he leaned closer and said, “You were right, that thing was creepy.”

    Sometimes there are real demons possessing items and sometimes things are just creepy with the help of our imaginations . . . or . . . not.

    I hope you liked this post about creepy dolls — maybe you have a story or two of your own. I’d love to hear from you in the comments below or you can email me:

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    Annoying Ghost

    This has been some weekend with Halloween Parties . . . and All Hollows Eve is still a few days away …

    I don’t know about trick-or-treat-ers running around the neighborhood.

    I have noticed there are some strange things going on … last week and over the weekend … This is the reason for sharing this real ghost story with you.

    And, I don’t have an explanation as to the strange paranormal experiences others are having … the veil must have lifted to a degree … or our imaginations are on overdrive …

    Everyone has quirks. My friend Joan has a thing for leaving doors and cabinets half open.

    Doors are to be either opened or closed. Cabinets, she prefers to have closed, drawers, too.

    Everyday when she came home from work, doors were half open, cabinets half open, and drawers pulled out.

    She decided she had a ghost that was messing with her.

    A few days later, at work, she noticed her desk drawers were opened, the door to her office was half open and the filing cabinet drawers were opened and pulled out. She locked her office, desk and file cabinet before leaving. It was something she did every evening as did others in the office.

    The janitorial service the company used would lock the doors of the offices. All the employees had separate keys to their desks and file cabinets.

    Joan lived alone and no one had keys to her house.

    When Joan’s sister, Holly, accepted her invitation to visit the following weekend, Joan asked her to bring her ghost hunting equipment with her.

    Holly arrived with her ghost hunting team late that Friday night. Some were going to investigate the office and others Joan’s house.

    Joan accompanied half the group to the office (three others) and Holly stayed at the house to investigate with the other half of the group (also three members).

    At each location cameras were set up. They also had EMF sensors (also referred to as The Ghost Meter).

    They both saw what they believed to be poltergeist activity opening doors and drawers. It appeared to be almost earthquake activity of doors swinging freely half opened or half closed and the drawers made jumping movements — not smooth openings. The kitchen cabinets swung open smoothly and adjusted to closing halfway.

    It was all quite odd.

    The group decided to do some research about both locations.

    The strange thing was that both Joan’s house and the office building were once owned by the same man in the 1920’s. He was an attorney who was rumored to have poisoned his wife so he could marry his secretary. It does seem fitting that she would haunt both locations, but why Joan’s office and not the one used by her former husband?

    With more research and consulting a psychic it was uncovered that the annoying ghost had once worked in the office Joan occupied before her marriage.

    As has often been believed that poison is a woman’s means of murder, the psychic reasoned the annoying ghost was slowly poisoning her husband, but he discovered her putting cyanide in his food and drink and would switch plates and glasses with hers. So, in the end she poisoned herself.

    It is a strange tale, but why was she taunting Joan who was not a relative and how did she know of Joan’s quirk of not liking doors, cabinets and drawers half or partly opened?

    The simple answer is observation. This is how she decided to get Joan’s attention.

    The annoying ghost didn’t stay with Joan much longer after the truth was uncovered. Did she want Joan to believe her husband poisoned her? Or to acknowledge that she actually poisoned herself?

    Does the truth set one free?

    Joan still lives in the same house and works in the same office. She thinks of the annoying spirit from time to time and wonders if she’ll return.

    She’s relieved that the ghost only messed with her obsession and didn’t try to poison her.

    I hope you enjoyed this real ghost story. I did. It had a happy ending … and gave us a bit of insight into the paranormal.

    I’m always searching for answers or some insight into the realm of the paranormal … I’m not so much in getting the wits scared out of me … that has happened, but not something I seek …

    I do hope this Halloween Season you and your family will be safe …

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    Unexplainable Experiences

    I’m always hearing about unexplainable paranormal experiences people have had.

    I hear about them while I’m at my local coffee shop. Also while I’m setting flowers out at the local cemetery. Many people go there to visit with their past loved ones — and sometimes they speak back.

    See if any of these are familiar to your personal real ghost stories.

    Dianne was out shopping with her sister.

    When they were checking out, her sister remarked, “I’m so tired, I can’t wait to rest my head on my pillow.”

    A week later Dianne’s sister was attacked and killed while walking to her car after work.

    A month later Dianne was putting away clean linens in the closet when a pillow case fell from the shelf.

    Dianne felt at first uncomfortable, then a sense of well-being came over her. She took it as a sign that her sister was telling her everything was all right.

    We do have our loved ones contact us beyond the grave in many different ways.

    Penny dropped a friend home one night.

    Her friend lived out on a dirt country road. Penny was feeling uncomfortable about driving out there, but she was a friend and needed a ride.

    On her way home after dropping off her friend, Penny’s car just died. It was dark all around her. She couldn’t get the car started. Her headlights didn’t work, there was no signal for her cell phone. She found a flashlight, stepped out of the car to look around. She saw a handmade sign on the side of the road that read, “Heaven is near.”

    She heard footsteps behind her and got back into her car and locked the door.

    Penny was sure the grim reaper was after her.

    Penny was so scared, she fainted.

    When she awoke about two hours later — it was after 7 PM when she dropped her friend off  and it was then after 9 PM — the car was idling and the headlights were on.

    She drove home in a haze not knowing what happened.

    Some may say alien abduction. Others may say that her imagination got the better of her and she may have blacked out and in that blacked out state got the car running again.

    I believe things happen for a reason. It’s possible that Penny needed to stop for awhile before exiting the dirt road and getting back on the highway. It’s similar to being delayed when we’re ready to go and we can’t find our keys.

    We do have angels looking out for us.

    Grandma Rita’s “Sittings”

    Ralph’s grandmother was a medium. Every Friday night without fail she had what she called “sittings,” but they could be considered séances.

    Ralph’s grandmother, grandfather, mother, father and Ralph were always there. Friends and neighbors would sometimes attend or invite a friend. It was nothing formal and there was no charge for participating.

    One fall evening Ralph’s family was in attendance with two neighbor ladies. Rita was getting ready to begin when the flash of headlights shined through the front picture window. They heard a car door slam, followed by two more.

    Ralph’s father got up to greet the late arrivals. He looked out the front window, but saw no car outside. He opened the front door and there was no one there.

    Everyone heard the same thing, everyone looked out the front window — nothing was there.

    Rita said something quite strange, “Now that we’re all here, shall we begin?”

    Everyone returned to their seat and the “sitting” began.

    Ralph doesn’t remember anything special about that reading. It may be his imagination, but he thought there may have been three more guests sitting at the table he couldn’t see.

    Strange and unusual things happen all the time. Rita knew what was going on, but didn’t enlighten her family or guests. Spirits are individuals with personalities. These spirits were having a bit of fun in their mode of transportation. They knew how to make an entrance.

    Brian’s Scary Night Alone

    Brian was home alone to catch up on some work while his wife and children went to a movie after dinner. He was in his office when he heard water running in the kitchen. He thought his family was home and his wife was doing the dishes. He checked — no running water and no dirty dishes in the sink.

    He returned to his office when he heard the television turn on and the distinctive sound of channels being changed. Brian went to check. The TV was off.

    He called out to his family and even went upstairs to check all the rooms. He found nothing except a teddy bear in the hallway. He picked it up and tossed it on the bed of his youngest daughter.

    When he returned to his office, the teddy bear was in his desk chair.

    He was going to move it, but with all the other activities of the evening, he backed away and went into the living room to watch television. He channel surfed for awhile and decided to watch a DVD.

    When Brian returned to his chair, the teddy bear was sitting there with it’s glassy eyes staring at him.

    This time he threw the bear out of his chair and across the room.

    He was so unnerved by the experience, he decided to go to bed and read.  On his way up the stairs, the bear tripped him and he fell hard on the stairs knocking himself out.

    When his family returned home, Brian was still sprawled unconscious on the stairs. The next thing he remembered was waking up in the hospital.

    His wife removed the teddy bear from the house after hearing Brian’s tale. Before returning home she had the house blessed, but when Brian returned there were still strange things going on in the house.

    They soon moved.

    There have been possessed dolls — why not teddy bears? There have been poltergeists and ghosts in houses. Brian believes this was the first time he was home alone. Had his family been with him, he would have thought nothing of the teddy bear being moved around, thinking his daughter or one of the other children did it.

    It’s always fun to hear about the experiences of others — some are similar to our own — and some, thankfully haven’t happened to us.

    I hope you enjoyed this post of a few real ghost stories — maybe there weren’t any real ghosts . . . but it does fit the broad definition.

    Thanks for stopping by!!