After I read a section of Dredging the Choptank to UB honor students, I asked the group about their ghost experiences. Adjunct Christina Ralls told a story of seeing a man in her bathroom mirror at night when she was a child. She’s been afraid to look in the night mirror since then.
Two nights ago, I was surprised in my darkened bedroom by a pale blue triangle of light that was centered on the altar between the window and the vanity. The light had no obvious source. I stood in front of the oval vanity mirror, rooted, puzzled. No beams slanted in from the dim backyard. The altar seemed lit from underneath by a gentle indigo light. Then I noticed my own image in front of me. I was me but the room and its furniture were not behind me. Surrounding my image was black, black, black velvety darkness. My image was brightly lit, again with no obvious source, and that white light didn’t bleed into the blackness around it.
Startled, I moved aside. I couldn’t look again.
When I was five, when we moved into the house in Lutherville, I had a game with the mirror on the back of my parents’ bedroom door. I told my mother that the girl in the mirror was a different girl than me. I think the girl in the mirror broke away and moved differently than my body at least once. It’s blurry.
One of the rules of Feng shui is don’t position your bed so you can see yourself sleep. The house at night can be scary and mirrors are portals.