The Face in the Mirror

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Shaving one's neck on a good day can be precarious, but it's especially trying when you have an unsteady hand! 

    In our duplex on West Street in Follansbee, West Virginia, my dad began his morning routine. Many men will be familiar with the daily task of lathering up and dragging a sharp blade over your face and throat. 

    As my dad prepared to shave, the mirror was foggy from his shower, and he drew the razor down, rinsed, and repeated. Taking his gaze off the mirror for a second to rinse the blade, he tapped the razor a few times before looking at his reflection again. 

    Over his shoulder the faint dark outline of a face took shape. He dropped his hand from his throat and jerked his head to see what was behind him in the bathroom. 

    Nothing!

    Returning his focus to the mirror, he squinted, hoping to see what it was or if it was still there. The face was gone. Yet, the feeling of being watched unnerved him and he finished quickly and left the bathroom. 

    If this had been the only instance of odd occurrences or strange feelings any logical person could justify it as pareidolia (seeing something when there is nothing there) or an overactive imagination. But repetition of events, especially in one place and over a span of time, has a way of erasing the possibility of coincidence or seeing things that aren't there. When other people see these things, too, or hear these things, too, then it's no longer your imagination. Something else is going on. Now, what that may be is open for interpretation but my parents had their own opinions after months and a year of these things invading their every day lives. 

    Thank you for being here and reading! Let me know what you think in the comments. If you dropped by, let me know you were here. 

Next time...we'll talk about a baby blanket and a music box.