When I was two years old, my mother used to set me on the counter in the bathroom while she did her makeup and hair to keep an eye on me in the mornings. She said I often liked to make faces in the mirror and giggle at myself, like a normal toddler. However, one morning, she said I was looking into the mirror which was opposite of the bathtub, and I smiled and pointed into the mirror, which reflected the opposite side of the room. She asked me what I was pointing at and I replied, "There's a man in the bathtub!" This didn't alarm her because as she could see there was no other person in the bathroom except for us. Besides, a two year old has an active imagination. She thought nothing of it until sometime later.
Two years later, when I was four and my younger brother was two, my mother had my brother in the bathroom with her. He sat on the counter like I had before only he didn't often look in the mirror. He would play with my mom's makeup brushes or powders while she was doing her makeup and hair. One day, while sitting on the counter, he dropped the brush he had been playing with and started giggling. My mom asked him why he was laughing, noticing that he was staring directly behind her.
"Mama, there's a man in the bathtub," he said, pointing to the part of the room behind her. My mother instantly froze in horror, recalling the time I had mentioned this thing to her two years prior. She turned around, expecting to find a person standing behind her, but found nothing. She is convinced to this day that children are able to see things that adults can no longer see, and my brother and I saw the ghost of a man who had passed away in the house from a heart attack years before we moved in. However, before hearing this story, for some reason every time I was in the bathroom I had to have the shower curtain open because of a never ending feeling of being watched.
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