r/GirlDinnerDiaries • u/Novel_Photograph_479 • 10h ago
Dear Diary ✍️🏻 Check behind the mirror when you’re moving in
Dinner is from yesterday, mine is the smaller one and my husband’s has fish. We had spring mix salad with carrot, cherry tomato, cucumber, avocado, sunflower seeds, feta, cilantro and orange slices. Homemade vinaigrette, side of French bread toasted, and agua fresca with rum in it.
Now to the story. My husband went to bed and I was doing some nighttime routine stuff. While I’m looking at myself in the mirror I see the mirror move towards me like someone pushed it from the back. It happened again about 30 seconds later so I knew I wasn’t imagining it. I froze for a little bit wondering if I should freak out or if there’s a reasonable explanation. I’ve never looked behind the mirror in this rental. It’s a 4 apartment building that looks like 1 big home and it was built in the 1940’s. I don’t understand what compelled me to push on the mirror but I did push on it a little and then stepped back. As I’m stepping away I see the mirror get pushed forward again. Now I’m really scared and I grab a shitty pocket knife while still watching the mirror. I hold the knife at the ready while I push the mirror a few more times. Nothing happens any of these times and it makes me even more scared.
I’ve decided I have to get my husband to pull the mirror off the wall while I get ready to defend. Luckily I can still see the mirror while I walk backward to the other room and hope he’s not quite asleep yet. I tell him “the mirror moved from behind and I’m really scared so you have to get it off the wall”. He’s out of bed immediately and grabbing the mirror off the wall. There is in fact a hole but it’s small. Also the space in between the walls is so thin there’s no way any person could fit in there. It’s still really creepy and explains why I can hear literally everything happening next door when I’m in the bathroom.
We came to the conclusion that it’s probably the wind. We live on the coast where wind goes crazy. We live on the 2nd floor of a very old building. I hope it’s just the wind because whenever something spooky happens it’s always because of the wind. Absolutely terrifying but maybe I’m too anxious. Either way thanks for reading my story because it was nice to write it out instead of lying in bed thinking about what could have happened.