The Intruder

[firecracker_sj]

On 6 september 2009 at 11:15 PM a call came in at 112, the Dutch equivalent of 911. On the line was a woman who lived in one of the stately old houses in the Old South part of Amsterdam. She was hysterical

Comments

[stella_di_morte]

Oh, no! I hate (read: love) mirror stories! Those last two paragraphs are terrifying, and I love the pace of the sentences, if that makes sense.

For now, I'm going to go and cower in the one corner of my house that doesn't have a mirror. :(

[faecat]

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE mirror stories :)

We have an old full-length mirror leaning against the bedroom wall, the kind people usually hang on the back of a door. My cat one night (right after I read a creepypasta thread, naturally) started freaking out at the mirror, so I turned the mirror around to face the wall. The next night, he started freaking out at the BACK of the mirror, so I took it out of the room. My husband keeps putting it back in the bedroom, and wants to hang it on the inside of the bedroom door. :P VETOED, I say.

[firecracker_sj]

Stuff like that always happens after you have just read creepypaste.

[firecracker_sj]

I hate mirror stories too. As I was writing this I kept looking back at the mirror that hung behind me. Not a good idea, let me tell you.

[thesaneminority]

This story makes me so glad that the only mirror I own is in the bathroom.