I’m so glad I’m not the only otherwise rational adult who thinks that the moment he/she shuts his/her eyes in front of a mirror, Something Else will appear and be STARING BACK AT YOU.
I am, at least amongst my circle of friends, unusually hard to creep out. I can watch scary movies at four in the morning by myself in complete darkness with the blinds open and still be fine. I can hear strange noises and rationalize where they came from. I can walk in graveyards at midnight on Halloween and not worry. (Did it more to creep out one of my girlfriends than b/c I wanted to, but still.)
But the whole “washing your face and the mirror is watching you” thing still crosses my mind every now and again. Don’t know why.
However, if I may borrow somebody else’s “boogie monster scared” moment, for the sake of the OP…
I work downtown in San Antonio; according to some TV show (can’t recall so no cite) it is the “eighth most haunted city in America.”
There is a mall (Rivercenter Mall) built all around the Alamo; all of that acreage is supposedly bloody battle ground. I work in that mall, in a bar/restaurant.
And weird things happen so frequently that we have named our “ghost” Larry. As in, “Oh, look, the faucet is running and I know I turned it off…that damn Larry!”
“Oh, dammit, the walk-in freezer padlock is rattling, and nobody’s in there! Freakin’ Larry!”
One night one of our managers, whom I will call Jen, was all freaked out b/c the phone kept ringing, and nobody was there. We were the only two people left in the entire restaurant, all the doors were locked, and the phone would ring, and on our “corporate phones,” it would show whether or not the call was coming from within the restaurant or from without. Because you could page/call each phone from other in-house phones, and the phone had various lights to show which phone it was from.
Jen kept getting in-house calls from the office. Which was locked and empty.
And the office door, which is always closed and locked (it locks and closes automatically), was mysteriously found unlocked and open. Several times.
So she tells me, “AUDREY, YOU CANNOT LEAVE! POUR YOURSELF A DRINK, HANG OUT, DO WHATEVER, BUT YOU CANNOT LEAVE UNTIL I’M DONE WITH ALL MY PAPERWORK! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE! OHMIGOD!”
In my mind, I’m like, “Okay, so weird shit’s happening but she offered me free alcohol…okay, cool! I’ll hang around!”
She’s in the office doing her paperwork when there’s a clattering noise from across the restaurant.
She comes out. “What the hell was that?”
I’m like, “Um, I don’t know, but I’ll go look.”
Walked across the (dark, of course) restaurant to one of the server soda stations.
Most restaurants have a high-volume iced- tea-maker that can make like five gallons of tea at once; it has a very large permanent plastic filter that slides into place over the five-gallon container that holds all that tea.
The disposable tea filter-liners are kept on top of it, as are large bags of tea leaves.
I found the plastic filter about eight feet away from the tea-maker. The filter-liners were inside it. So were all the tea bags. On the floor. Tidily stacked up together.
Neither the paper filters nor the tea bags are ever kept in the plastic filter. And even if they were, and the plastic permanent filter were to somehow “slide out” of the tea maker, chances are excellent that they wouldn’t still be inside it eight feet away. Graviy doesn’t work that way. They should have been scattered everywhere…even on the off-chance some new waiter put them there overnight. I even put the paper filters and the tea in the plastic filter and pulled it out, just to “recreate” what would have happened. Just because I’m a curious kind of gal.
If I were a ghost, and I wanted to screw with someone’s head, or make a point, it would probably be a hell of a lot more meaningful than what I witnessed. I mean, c’mon. A tea maker? Filters? Bags of tea? On the floor? What are we supposed to draw from that? Does Larry just not like our tea? Is this a sign from beyond that the ghosts of the Alamo think we have crappy iced tea?
Highly doubtful. Absurd, really.
And yet I have no other explanation for it, as mundane as it may be, and as much of a cynic as I am.
Jen just about had a seizure. She finished her paperwork and we left in record time that night. She was about lose her mind with panic.
I wasn’t.
And yet I wonder.
Which is weird because no one uses upstairs, so how the hell did it turn on, then it wouldn’t turn off. We had to get an electrician out to fix it so we oculd turn it off without disconnecting it entirely. That was weird, but not scary. But it’s part of a backstory.
Couldn’t have left any quicker 
