I was told that I'm not supposed tell anyone about this. It's not safe. They will hear you speaking about them, which is why I figured, maybe if I type this up and post it, I will be safe, either way, I have to warn others and maybe find someone else like me who has gotten through this and can help.For as long as there has been mankind, the fear of the unknown has existed. The fight or flight instinct borne into all living creatures exists for a reason. It occurs wether you want it to or not. You know the feeling I'm talking about.You're in the safety of your home, alone as you've been before numerous times. All the doors and windows are locked, so you go about minding your business, doing the things you usually do. Finishing up some work you brought home, maybe eating your dinner. Maybe taking a much needed nap or just watching your favorite show on the TV. You know full well that you are home alone, everything is tightly locked up, you are safe and sound. No one is watching you, right? It's dark outside and the blinds are shut.. how could someone be watching you? It's just your nerves getting the best of you.
You think to yourself "How could I be this ridiculous at my age?".That is how I tried to bare with it, in fact.. several times I have felt this way and talked myself down from whatever paranoia had gotten me scared. It wasn't paranoia and I found out one night when I was home alone but I will get to that in a moment. I want to give a little insight on exactly how this got started and what I have seen.Every since I was little, maybe about 11 or so, I had always been a little skittish. I attribute it to some older people in my family telling me stories about when I was a toddler, about 3 years old. Supposedly, I would often go to the window of our old home and wave, only for them to realize no one was there for me to wave to. They would ask me who I was waving to and I would say "The lady, don't you see her".
They chalked it up to possibly being my mom who had passed away, keeping a watchful eye over me.My aunts even claimed that one night, they were babysitting me for my father and kept me in their room with them as they had to share a cheap 1 bedroom apartment they had just recently gotten. They slept with me in the middle. They woke up to find me gone. Sometime during the night, I got up and made my way to the living room. They said they found me in there, and I hand my arms in the air and kept asking to be picked up. They always joked about how freaked out they were about it and if I had lifted off the ground they would have run out of the apartment and left me. It was all fun and games for them but it slowly started to dawn on me that maybe something was off with me.It may or may not have been my mom back then but whatever is here now, it is not my mom. I don't know what it is, but I've tried to do some research, only to keep coming up with the same typical results. Shadow People, Ghosts, etc...No, this was nothing like that. It first showed itself to me when I was 15. I had been taking a nap.
I must have been really tired because I was dazed and groggy. I was sleeping on my tummy as usual and to get comfortable, I turned my head over to the other side so I was now facing towards the bedroom door side of my room.I had one of those full length mirrors behind my door and when I had turned my head over and looked towards it, I saw it. Somehow, the mirror was facing the direction of the bed instead of being hooked on the door. What I saw, was inside the mirror. It looked just like me, except it looked dead with bluish skin, and it's eyes were completely blood red with no pupils. It was just standing there, staring at me, never said anything to me, and it didn't even move. It scared the hell out of me. It was then that I realized I couldn't move the rest of my body.The grogginess had reached my neck and I was having a hard time moving my head now. I couldn't scream, or speak and though I knew I had my mouth open trying to scream, I could only make this weird noise as if someone was choking me while I was trying to speak.
I was stuck there looking at that thing in the mirror and I was sure it was going to come out and get me. I closed my eyes tight and must have passed out because when I woke up again, I could move and the mirror was flat against the back of the bedroom door like it always had been. A friend of mine had been staying over and when I went downstairs and told her about it, she comforted me a bit and told me I was probably having a bad dream, or as her grandmother would call it "a witch on my back". I shrugged it off after a few days as a nightmare but it still bothered me. I spent the night over that same friends house a few days later. Her mom and brother were also there. We all like to watch movies together sometimes, having a few drinks as we laughed and had a good time. eating pizza. So I'm sitting there looking at the TV, the bedroom door is to my left, leading out into the hallway where if you go left you come to the bathroom and nothing else is down that way. You have to go to the right to get into the living room, kitchen and front door.
Everyone that was there that day was in the same room as me, but out of the corner of my eye, I see a mans shadow passed the room as if they had come from the bathroom. I wanted to chalk it up to the liquor but just to be sure, I looked to my friends mom and said.. "Did you see that?" she nodded her head. I wanted to be sure she wasn't just messing with me to get me scared after having heard about what had happened to me the other day, so I asked her "What did you see?" she replied "Shadow of a man went by.". I was completely freaked the fuck out but I would have never connected it what had happened to me earlier. My friends family had always had strange thing happening around them, and so I wasn't as shocked about her saying it nonchalantly as if this happens to them frenquently as I was about the fact there was some shadow figure lurking around her apartment. I may have spent the night there, but I barely slept at all that night and I left early in the morning to go back home. Needless to say, I didn't spend the night there anymore.
When I got back home, I was even more interested in the weird things that had been going on and I tried to find information about this thing I had saw in the mirror, but I only ever found the typical novelty sites, a few paranormal threads but nothing even came close to what I had experienced. I left a thread on Paranormal Midland Group and hoped someone could shed some light on my situation. It only took a week before I got a private message from someone who had a similar situation. We'll call her Mrs. A. I tried to skype Mrs. A, but she insisted on not speaking verbally about it, even if we video cammed. We got on skype cam and type chatted the whole conversation. What they told me made me wish I had never looked for help to begin with. When I got on Skype with Mrs. A, I half expected her to look insane, you know, like a typical tweeker or something, but she looked like a average 30 year old woman. Almost kind of like a school teacher. Her demeanor was calm as she was typing all of this up from what looked like her dining room in the background.
One thing I noticed that struck me as odd was that there was something in the background that looked like it was a china cabinet, all the glass was covered with blank print paper. I only realized why after we finished our chat. "They are called Dead Ringers or Ringers for short and they are everywhere, no one knows how many there are, or what they truly are. They are called Dead Ringers for the obvious reasons of being able to mimic the person whose image they have attached to. Ringers rarely show themselves, but when they do and have made eye contact with you and know you have seen them, it is almost like sealing a contract. They will be with you forever, waiting for the chance to kill you.. and become you. When you feel your back suddenly get warm on a cold night or on a warm night, feel a cool breeze where there is no open windows, fans or AC, it's them. Random sensations on your skin like you're lightly being touched. When you wake up with random scratches on your skin in the morning, yet you don't even have long nails, it was them.
In the day they move through reflections, making it easy to watch you but at night, they get really mad when the lights go out. They get pleasure and power from seeing you in the many reflections of things like mirrors, windows, glass, slick surfaces like tables, even CDs. Anything that can give off a reflection. Over time, it slowly absorbs details from these reflections night and day until it's become powerful enough to move on to the next stage which is actually taking over your body, becoming you, except you're not you. You're dead and all that's left is them pretending to be you. Some say, if you stare into a mirror long enough, they will assume your reflection to stare back at you, and if you stare long enough, you can see your expression change even if you made no motions in the mirror. Don't speak about them aloud to anyone, they can hear you and if they hear you speaking of them, it's like an invitation to come out. Almost like, acknowledging their presence validates their existence and now.. they want that existence solidified.She then went on to explain that there were many documented cases of people who were seemingly in perfect health, only to die in their sleep after displaying paranoia and distrust of their friends and loved ones.
Referring me to a few websites to read about people coming online in search for help about people they care about who suddenly had a complete change of personality in what seemed like a extremely short amount of time.Mrs. A had seemed calm when we first started, but by the end of the conversation, she was constantly looking over her shoulder. She didn't stick around very long after she said what she had to say. She even went so far as to tell me not to be offended that she was going to delete her side of the chat before she logged off! I printed the screen just before she did because there was way too much to process and I didn't want to end up hassling her again for another skype meeting.I didn't know what to think after reading what she had wrote. I tried to push it out of my mind. I wanted things to go back to the way they were before I had a clue.That night, I was home alone. My uncle had taken a trip to Las Vegas like he does every year. I usually enjoy the time when he is out of town because I get to relax around the house anywhere in my pajamas like a lazy bum. I had managed to push all the stuff I had found out from my mind and take a nap.
It was about 9pm, my PC, the TV, and the lights were on.It was summer time, so it was pretty hot and a thunderstorm was rolling in so I kept my ceiling fan on to cool off. I fell asleep but a few hours later, I began to get really hot which woke me up because I can't stand sleeping in a hot room. I realized the ceiling fan was no longer blowing cool air down on me. I opened my eyes to realize it was pitch black. The storm had gotten in and knocked the power out in the whole neighborhood. I knew this because if it was just my house, the street lights would have at least shone in through the window but it was pitch black outside as well.I grumbled and started to sit up to go fetch a flashlight even though my eyes had already been adjusted to the dark since I had just been asleep. When I sat up, I saw it... standing in my room, the Ringer was right by the door! I knew what it was! It was here and it had gotten out of the mirror! I don't care what you say about me, I turned into a straight punk and even though it was hot as hell, like a lightning bolt I yanked the blankets on my bed over my head and snatched my cellphone under with me since I always sleep with it on my bed.
I have an app for a flashlight.Suddenly a corner of the bed slammed down to the floor and for the life of me, I can't even explain how that even happened, since I should have known it was lifted in the first place but I didn't! I was scared out of my wits, hiding under my blanket, waiting for something to pounce on me. I can't remember if I worked up the courage to come out from the blankets, or if it had just gotten too hot to stay under but I came out and immediately shined my phone towards the door. It wasn't by the door anymore, but I felt like I was seriously being watched. Was it behind me... couldn't be.. I would have heard it! No.. I wouldn't have heard it.. this is not some normal thing I can explain away with logic! Something moved out of the corner of my eye but when I look with the phone light, I see nothing. With my cellphone in hand, I quickly scrambled to get the lantern I had bought on sale from CVS. I kept it at the foot of my bed because around here, the power goes out just about every thunderstorm. I turned it on and it lit the room a bit more.
I immediately used my Pepco app to report the power outage and prayed they would get around to fixing it soon.I'm not sure what it wants, I don't want to totally believe what Mrs. A said, but that wasn't the last time I've seen it by my door. It doesn't even have to be night time. It can just be cloudy out.., I've even seen it early in the morning once. I don't know what will happen if it gets any closer. My warning to you.. be wary when looking into reflections. You think you see something on the corner of that CD as you pop it into the player? Something off about your reflection as you walk by that mirror? Something strange on that tv that is turned off? Don't look.. a Dead Ringer might be looking back at you and if it sees you looking...looking into those eyes... it will only be a matter of time before you slip up and let it come out. Now that I think about it.. I mentioned what I had seen to my friend. I wonder how much time I have left..
