As I had said in my first story, most of the happenings in our house happened around me and in the bedroom I used to sleep in and also the upper floor corridor.
Recently I realised that my 13 year old sister, who now owns the bedroom I used to sleep in, is afraid to go into her room because she's scared of it she says. She frequently sleeps with my parents and it's only when I agree to accompany her that she decides to sleep in her bedroom but for her to go into that room alone at night is out of question. Poor man, dad has to sleep in it alone.
What I will write about this time is another of my experiences round our house. There's this medium sized frame in the upper corridor. In it there's a picture of my mum receiving a prize as she had again won a flower arranging competition. Funnily enough, when I look at this picture I always pull back as what I see is an ugly face of a decaying woman. Each time I look at it, the face of the woman looks back.
Practically I know what the picture consists of because I remember mum putting it there, not because I see what's in it. How is that? And why is it that it's only me who sees this strange face?
Sometimes I am really skeptic and think I imagine things but then stuff happens that scares me out of my wits. Am I imagining or is it true?
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The reason that I suggested looking into the frame at different heights is that I recently did an experiment after reading one of the stories posted here. And in that experiment I discovered that my reflection looks very different in the glass of my window with a variety of types of lights in the background. Also, the different angles that were tried gave it a different look. At one point I may have gotten a visual of what I MAY look like in sixty years (not a pretty sight, I might add). Just a suggestion that may help calm your nerves over the photo.
Thank you.