Mirror Horror Story

This incident has left me paranoid of mirrors and it will leave you too. This happened when I was in middle school.

My school was kinda old building, and some places were almost worn out.

The school had three bathrooms - the first two were pretty well maintained, but the last one was different.

lt was separated from most of the other buildings. The floor was always dirty and there were six stalls but only three had doors and even those doors were all broken up.

I hated ever going there, well not just me all the kids hated that gross place. Anyway, one day l was chattering with my friends in the class, suddenly I had to use the bathroom so bad. Unfortunately that gross bathroom was the closest and furthermore i didn't want to try my luck to endure it.

So i went inside and i could say that it was the grossest smell I've ever smelled. l enter the last stall which was much cleaner than the others, in a hurry i had to keep my pants not touching the floor.

After then, i went to the sink to wash my hands. The inside of the bathroom was silent. And aIl i could hear was the sound of water running from the faucet.

Then i heard a tapping sound. l turned off the tap and glanced up at the mirror, but i couldn't see anything because the surface of the mirror was so dirty.

So i looked down, washed my hands and started to dry them, until i heard a tapping sound again. I grabbed a paper towel and slowly wiped off the mirror, and at that moment i finally saw it.

It was visible, there was a hand that was out of one of the stall bathrooms, tapping on the surface of the door.

Those fingers were pale white and skinny as a bone.

However when i quickly turned around, the fingers were vanished. l couldn't believe what I'd seen so i just thought to myself that let's just wash it and leave it.

As i turned around and stood in front of the mirror, then i saw my reflection very clearly, that was the worst part in my story. I was smiling at me, l mean the reflection of me was literally smiling with mouth wide open. l couldn't move l just glanced at the mirror and froze in fear.

And then, i heard the tapping sound again, to my surprise when i looked closely at the mirror i noticed that my reflection was tapping on the mirror to get my attention.

And on the other hand it was beckoning to me, l screamed in fear threw my paper towel and ran away from the bathroom.

As i came back to the classroom i told my friends what I'd seen, but they never believed to me. After that, I never went into that bathroom again.

And to this day i don't want to know what i saw in there, and I'm still a bit paranoid about mirrors. Well... I'll never forget what i saw for the rest of my life.