I had an apartment here in N.C. for a little while. One morning, I found myself running late while getting ready for work. This was not like me at all. I am always up and ready to go with plenty of time to do whatever. I’m the one who’s always early. I hate being late.
Anyway, that particular morning, it was like things were moving in slow motion for no reason. My routine was the same. At some point, I noticed the time and it was when I usually left for work and I wasn’t even dressed yet! So, I’m hurrying, trying to find something to throw on and my room seems to get foggy/misty. I’m wiping my eyes and putting drops in them thinking my allergies were gooking them up but it didn’t clear.
I turned around and this smokey purple/lavendar mist is coming from my mirror. The mirror was a replica of an antique full length dressing mirror that could be tilted in it’s stand. Of course I was unnerved. I stood frozen, trying to process what was happening. Then a figure went across the the mirror – on the inside! Whoops! That was it! I admit now that I wish I had stayed but I didn’t. I grabbed my purse and flew out of there!
When I got home that evening, there was no evidence that anything had happened. I did, however, throw a sheet over the mirror and eventually, gave it away. I wasn’t really afraid, per se. It wasn’t a dark energy. I think the thought of having an unlocked “door” was more than I wanted to deal with at the time.