I ended up on this site after going down a late-night rabbit hole about strange experiences, and reading other people’s stories made me want to finally share mine.
This happened when I was in college.
I lived in an older dorm, the kind with bad lighting, white walls, and furniture that looked like it had been there forever. Nothing dramatic. Just a normal campus room.
I had a small mirror on my desk that I used when I got ready at night, mostly because the shared bathroom was always gross.
One night, I was sitting there taking off my makeup after studying, and I saw someone in the mirror sitting on my roommate’s bed.
I honestly thought my roommate had come back.
But when I turned around, her bed was empty.
I just froze for a second and told myself I was tired.
The next night, it happened again.
This time it was worse.
I looked into the mirror and saw myself.
Same sweatshirt. Same hair. Same room.
But mirror-me wasn’t doing what I was doing.
I was standing by the desk.
In the mirror, I was sitting on my bed, just staring at me.
Then she smiled.
I didn’t.
That was the part that really got me.
I covered the mirror with a hoodie and slept with my desk lamp on.
The next morning, my roommate asked why I’d been whispering in the middle of the night.
I told her I hadn’t been.
She said she woke up around three and heard my voice say, really quietly, “Don’t look at me like that.”
I still don’t know what I saw.
I just know I never used that mirror again.
