Okay, I've got a new story for you. Initially I thought it was too bizarre to post but the guy who told me passed the "didn't appear to be a wack job/not hallucinating on alcohol" test so here goes.
He said he was at a seance (the initial too bizarre impression I got) *(definition just in case you don't know... a meeting at which people attempt to make contact with the dead, especially through the agency of a medium) with other people, one was his sister. There was a mirror in the room that he could see. At one point he looked up and a friend of his, NOT DEAD, was looking OUT OF THE MIRROR, who slowly started to rotate and there was a knife sticking out of his back. He turned to his sister and ask if she'd just seen what he did, she had.
I know, I know, but after all these years and all these stories I give "whatever the deal is" a lot of leeway. It gets better. Two weeks later his friend was stabbed in the back but lived. That was sort of a let down in the story but I'll admit, I have a sick sense of humor. Sweet dreams all.
He said he was at a seance (the initial too bizarre impression I got) *(definition just in case you don't know... a meeting at which people attempt to make contact with the dead, especially through the agency of a medium) with other people, one was his sister. There was a mirror in the room that he could see. At one point he looked up and a friend of his, NOT DEAD, was looking OUT OF THE MIRROR, who slowly started to rotate and there was a knife sticking out of his back. He turned to his sister and ask if she'd just seen what he did, she had.
I know, I know, but after all these years and all these stories I give "whatever the deal is" a lot of leeway. It gets better. Two weeks later his friend was stabbed in the back but lived. That was sort of a let down in the story but I'll admit, I have a sick sense of humor. Sweet dreams all.
