Khalsa
Padawan Learner
For most of my life, one memory has haunted me for years. I've only mentioned it to a handful of friends, and never really discussed it with anyone seriously. I think if I'm ever going to get an answer regarding this event, it's here. I'm not exactly sure how old I was when this took place. The best I can guess would be around 5/6 years old. I'll try to describe it all as best as I can.
I was in the basement with my mother, helping her bring laundry upstairs. We finished gathering it all up, and I went up the stairs ahead of her to open the door, since she was carrying the clothes. Walking up the stairs, there was a mirror on my right. I glanced up to it as I approached it. From my perspective, the mirror was too high up and not directly parallel to me; I don't think it's possible that I simply saw my own distorted reflection in the mirror.
In the mirror, I saw a "face", almost. It was like a human face someone had tried to sculpt out of fog or clouds, whitish and indistinct. I remember two darker depressions for eyes, and a darker formless gash for a mouth. I kept walking up the stairs, not really sure what to make of it. I kept staring right at it. I noticed the mirror was dirty and dusty, and any reflections were nearly impossible to see, including my own. Instead was this ghostly face, projected almost like an image on a screen.
I was about to turn away and just go upstairs, ignoring this strangeness in the way children do. The second I tried to break eye contact, something else just sprang up into my field of vision. It was terrifying. It was humanoid from the waist up, having no legs. It was thin and skeletal, covered in a shiny black "armor", like insect chitin or like the "Aliens" in the James Cameron movie. It's skull was just blank, no eyes, nose, ears, mouth...just a humanoid skull covered in plates of what I can only think of as solidified darkness.
Time seemed to stand still as this thing loomed over me. It reached a clawed hand towards me. I felt so small. Time snapped back into action as terror flooded every fiber of my being and screamed at the top of my lungs, dashing immediately up the stairs, tearing the door open, and running away as quickly as I could. I'm not exactly sure what happened after that. My mother had been only a few steps behind me the entire time, but she saw nothing. Apparently when she tried to talk to me about it, I just kept saying "the face, the face!". She didn't believe that I had seen anything. She simply thought I had caught a glimpse of myself in the dirty mirror, and thought it scared me. She took down the mirror at least.
Among other things, my early childhood was plagued by vivid nightmares/night terrors, and a fear of going to sleep alone or in complete darkness (though that's not really unusual for kids anyway). I still have to fight that fear every night, although it's not as bad now, as nightmares have been much rarer in my life. Nonetheless, I can't let this go. This event has, largely, been the main driving factor in my desire to understand the true nature of reality. I researched many topics trying to figure out what this was. A Shadow Person? A Djinn? I wasn't sure but all the data was leading somewhere.
Then I stumbled upon the C's and QFG. It started to make a little more sense. I can't really explain, but there is an instinct that tells me that monster didn't come for me just once. Many times, often when completely alone, I cannot shake the feeling that I am being observed, in an unpleasant way. This could simply be paranoia, of course. I've also had the unexplainable notion that this entity was largely responsible for the Major Depressive Disorder I've struggled with more or less my entire life. Perhaps it's my own mental demons, given form and will?
I really don't know. Hopefully by sharing this here, I can gain some more insight into the situation, and perhaps my life in general. I've tried to be as objective as possible in my recollection of this memory, but it was so long ago, I'm not sure how much of what I remember is "corrupted". I will endeavor to answer any questions to the best of my ability.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. :)
I was in the basement with my mother, helping her bring laundry upstairs. We finished gathering it all up, and I went up the stairs ahead of her to open the door, since she was carrying the clothes. Walking up the stairs, there was a mirror on my right. I glanced up to it as I approached it. From my perspective, the mirror was too high up and not directly parallel to me; I don't think it's possible that I simply saw my own distorted reflection in the mirror.
In the mirror, I saw a "face", almost. It was like a human face someone had tried to sculpt out of fog or clouds, whitish and indistinct. I remember two darker depressions for eyes, and a darker formless gash for a mouth. I kept walking up the stairs, not really sure what to make of it. I kept staring right at it. I noticed the mirror was dirty and dusty, and any reflections were nearly impossible to see, including my own. Instead was this ghostly face, projected almost like an image on a screen.
I was about to turn away and just go upstairs, ignoring this strangeness in the way children do. The second I tried to break eye contact, something else just sprang up into my field of vision. It was terrifying. It was humanoid from the waist up, having no legs. It was thin and skeletal, covered in a shiny black "armor", like insect chitin or like the "Aliens" in the James Cameron movie. It's skull was just blank, no eyes, nose, ears, mouth...just a humanoid skull covered in plates of what I can only think of as solidified darkness.
Time seemed to stand still as this thing loomed over me. It reached a clawed hand towards me. I felt so small. Time snapped back into action as terror flooded every fiber of my being and screamed at the top of my lungs, dashing immediately up the stairs, tearing the door open, and running away as quickly as I could. I'm not exactly sure what happened after that. My mother had been only a few steps behind me the entire time, but she saw nothing. Apparently when she tried to talk to me about it, I just kept saying "the face, the face!". She didn't believe that I had seen anything. She simply thought I had caught a glimpse of myself in the dirty mirror, and thought it scared me. She took down the mirror at least.
Among other things, my early childhood was plagued by vivid nightmares/night terrors, and a fear of going to sleep alone or in complete darkness (though that's not really unusual for kids anyway). I still have to fight that fear every night, although it's not as bad now, as nightmares have been much rarer in my life. Nonetheless, I can't let this go. This event has, largely, been the main driving factor in my desire to understand the true nature of reality. I researched many topics trying to figure out what this was. A Shadow Person? A Djinn? I wasn't sure but all the data was leading somewhere.
Then I stumbled upon the C's and QFG. It started to make a little more sense. I can't really explain, but there is an instinct that tells me that monster didn't come for me just once. Many times, often when completely alone, I cannot shake the feeling that I am being observed, in an unpleasant way. This could simply be paranoia, of course. I've also had the unexplainable notion that this entity was largely responsible for the Major Depressive Disorder I've struggled with more or less my entire life. Perhaps it's my own mental demons, given form and will?
I really don't know. Hopefully by sharing this here, I can gain some more insight into the situation, and perhaps my life in general. I've tried to be as objective as possible in my recollection of this memory, but it was so long ago, I'm not sure how much of what I remember is "corrupted". I will endeavor to answer any questions to the best of my ability.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. :)
