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The Mirror of Yesteryear


The house that held this mirror in, was built in the late 1700's. It was in my grandparent family for many generations. It was a tall white house with some slate on the outside walls. It had a tin roof on it. It was located on a three mile stretch of road. In which was named after the first residents lived there. The generations were from my Pops side of the family.

The whole three mile stretch of this, dirt and gravel road went with the house. There was a huge cherry orchard on this. In which in the summer time for generations, that the Mexican people would come and pick cherries for my grandparents and there parents and etc.

They had a nice big barn that held, cattle, pigs, and horses. An old plow that would harness up to the horses, to do plowing in days that were gone by.

Chicken coup where the chickens laid there eggs and some left to have more baby chicks, could be found every spring.

There was a natural spring on the property, in which water was drawn from for drinking and cooking purposes and, the garden and the cherry orchard. The woods was plentiful for deer to be shot and eaten. It was nice and peaceful place to live. No neighbors around at all. Nice clean and fresh air, unless you were cleaning out the pig pens.

There was a cellar in the basement, where my grandma kept her canning in it. The main level of the floor, had the kitchen, the living room and a tiny bathroom in it, which wasn't added until in the 1950's.

The living room had a huge fire place. In it were two steel rods in it. One swung out of the fire place, the other stayed in it. My grandma would make big pots of soup or stew in the big heavy kettle that cooked all day on the open fire. On the side of the fire place was two long square holes with no doors on them. Grandma baked her bread and cookies in them.

The house was heated with the fire place for many years. When I was about 10, finally they got a coal wood stove for the kitchen that helped heat the house up too. My grandpa cut holes in the ceiling to heat the upstairs.

The upstairs had two bedrooms. One soon as you got off the last step you were in the room, if you turned to the left off the last step you were in a small room with a door on it. If you went to the right of the step was a panel that one could move, into a room of stuff from yesteryear year. My sister and I discovered the hidden panel, when we tripped and fell onto the wall and went into a darken room.

The room had a tall cane back chair with wheels on it, an old butter churn, lots of old clothes, pictures, a trunk with old books in it, and behind all this was the tall mirror that sat into two hinges and when you touched it, it would swing back and forth. Also there was old jewelry in the trunk and pictures of kin folk from long ago.

Once while in that room, my sister and I thought we seen an old woman sitting in a rocking chair that was there, another time in the tall cane back chair watching us. We often look into the mirror and nothing would happen. We just see ourselves in the mirror. But one time we decided to take the old clothes out of the trunk and the jewelry and put them on and see how we looked. My sister and I got these old hats with feathers sticking out of them and put them on. We had long dresses, mostly dark colors and boots that were not to good with high heels on them, and one pair had a zipper on it and another had buttons.

We looked into the mirror. It was broken right across the mirror. We looked at ourselves in these clothes. We laughed, and fell down from the tall boots we had on (actually shoes). We got up and looked into the mirror. We could see an older lady sitting in the big cane back chair with wheels on. She looked like she was about to yell at us. We then seen her in the rocking chair. We looked into the mirror and seen her in the mirror.

For many years we loved to go to that room, when we went up north. Which was in the summer time for cherry picking season and in the winter time for deer hunting season.

My sister and I were near teenage time. We went into the secret room (we called it that). We sat in the chairs looking into the mirror. It captured us into another time of yesteryear. We weren't wearing any old clothes out of the trunk. We were just sitting there looking into the broken mirror. Then we seen ourselves in the long dresses, the hats on. The room we were in, was not the same one we walked into. It was of another era of time. We looked around seen an old sewing machine with the peddle, where a lady was sewing something. We could hear the noise the sewing machine made.

I seen someone churning the butter churn, first was a woman then a little boy. My sister started crying and wanted to get out. Soon as she cried we were just sitting there in the chairs, seeing our own vision in the mirror. She got up and went down stairs.

I sat by myself in the room. Which had one light bulb in it, in the center of the room. I felt cold and odd. The light went out on its own. The mirror came alive. It was like daylight in the room, or maybe it was just the mirror. The mirror was calling for me to enter the mirror. I got to the mirror, but I didn't go into the mirror. It was like I could hear someone calling me from the other side of the mirror. I looked behind the mirror and seen no one. I sat back in my chair.

I was now frighten, trying to find the panel to go out of the room. I got out closed up the panel and was in the bright lit big bedroom, with all the windows around it. My heart stopped pounding in my chest. I felt something was wrong with the mirror.

My sister would never go back in there again. I met one of the Mexican kids told him of the mirror, in which he wanted to see it himself. I took him up stairs and we went through the panel, (slid it across to open first). We sat down in the two chairs, the rocking chair and the one with the wheels on it. We sat there looking at the mirror. I was compelled to touch it. When I did, I swear my hand went right into the mirror and I pulled it out fast. I touched it again, nothing happen. But when I put my hand into the mirror, the broken part of the mirror split open bigger.

It was the Mexican little boy, that first seen something come out of the mirror, he yelled and jumped up out of the chair, trying to find the panel to open the wall up. I tried to keep him in there, but no way he was out and gone. I was alone. I couldn't get up, something held me down.

I could see shadows from the corners of my eyes, come out of the mirror. I was scared, my heart pounding, I felt cold and some thing was in the room with me. It seemed like I was there, in front of the mirror, for a long time. I could see the old woman in the rocking chair, I could see people with old time clothes on. I don't actually remember getting out of the chair, to get into the big bedroom. But next thing I know I am in the big bedroom, with all the windows. I went down the stairs as quickly as I could. My Grandma asked what was wrong. I finally told her that I had been in the secret room, off of the bedroom. And told her all the stuff that happen.

A Mexican lady was sitting with my Grandma. She stood up and said that the house had to have some thing burning to take the evil spirits away. That I opened up when I touched the mirror. Now she has me frighten. My Mom and Grandma are yelling at me. This Mexican lady goes outside and makes, something out of the clay in the ground, she goes around the house and burns this stuff, stinking up the whole house.

The room was sealed up. When we went back to Grandmas house, we couldn't see where the panel was. It was now all new paneling, in that bedroom and the room was sealed off. I banged on the wall to see if I could find it, when I was a bit older. Never did find it again.

Years later I told Mom of it. She said she never was interested in that old room. Mom said she heard of it, but never wanted to see it. She heard to many bad things happen in that room, from a child growing up, in that area. What bad things happen? I don't know, Mom nor Pop would ever talk, about that room again.

All I know after I got older, is that I must of open up a portal, to the other side when I touched the mirror.

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singingstar8090 (2 stories) (7 posts)
15 years ago (2009-07-26)
2 things
1 I had a very strange dream of the end of the world
2 actually I have a mirror that faces my bed so I sleep in front of me but probably not after reading this story!
MazinKnox (1 stories) (11 posts)
15 years ago (2009-04-17)
That's interesting about the mirror makes me curious of what would have happened if you did go in. Since I could remember I've always avoided mirrors other than a quick look. Can't have mirrors facing me or facing up and I can't sit or stand in front of a mirror for long freaks me out to the tenth degree. (I have no idea why it just feels like I'm being watched or something).
Flutterofwings (28 stories) (257 posts)
16 years ago (2008-03-14)
[at] GLendaSc, I think were getting closer to the end of the world. To many people are able to foresee into the future, prementions. That are coming true every day. There has to be something with, so many psychic albilities coming out, in people then there was five years ago. This is my point of view on it anyway.
GlendaSC (5 stories) (1475 posts)
16 years ago (2008-03-14)
flutter - I hadn't read a lot. Was just tired and had been worrying about Holli. I worry about all my friends, even ones here. I hope you are doing well. I have three great new friends at my new job. Today, one of my customers, a female one that I had known 30 minutes, said that she "was so glad that she met me..." Now I know why I work so hard for little pay instead of vice versa. Oddly, I tend to do okay just on the commission thing like in the past. I never expect to sell anything and am always surprised. I was shocked. So many people give it a few months and never do. Being nice isn't bad. My husband has told me so many times that I'm being used with young people. Do you put a price on people? I have told people, more than once, we don't have what you want - if my heart ever hurts selling, I'll stop. Most people wonder why I do it anyway. I love hearing stories. It's more interesting than listening to business.
GlendaSC (5 stories) (1475 posts)
16 years ago (2008-03-14)
flutter - I worry. Can't help it. I have too many young people around me. I even lecture customers about their budgets and they have assured me that their budget are fine. Then they buy from me even after my warnings (despite myself) because I spend time to find exactly what is right. Perhaps I'm not a total loss. When the kiddies were young, I spoke baby talk. Perhaps my worry now is aging. I hope not! My first born is 21 and I'm just 29 (twenty times). But, I still worry and fret. Sorry. I have to let go of that. I realize there has been a shift in psychic ability. Use to, in my years, sensitivity, didn't happen a lot. Now it happens a lot. People are stronger. I told my husband that despite all the shows about 2012 and all that other stuff, I never thought that we really were even getting close to the "end" of times thingy, but now, I'm beginning to sense it some. It might mean another 2000 years, or another 2, but I think in the cosmic thing, it is considered close. It must be.
Flutterofwings (28 stories) (257 posts)
16 years ago (2008-03-14)
[at] Edmund, thank you for your remarks to this story. Since I have been an adult and know I have these psychic abilities, I have wondered what was, on the other side of the mirror. If I would of went into, the mirror. After I got older and realized, I might of been able to go into, that mirror it did chill me to the bone. What would of happen, if I couldn't come back? One does wonder about strange Phenomonon.
Once I got older and if my grandparents wouldn't of blocked that room off, I may of tried to see what happen.
[at] Glendasc, no problem I have put comments in the wrong stories, if I read to many and then comment. So don't worry about the name.
[at] dahlia123, since the house was old, I assume the mirror may of been too. I think that mirror had secrets, to share with someone, who wanted to enter it. However at the time, I didn't want to do that. In later years I may have tried. Now we won't ever know, what would of happen if I, went into that mirror.
Didn't know about the Jewish faith of covering the mirrors. Thanks that was interesting to know as well.
dahlia123 (6 posts)
16 years ago (2008-03-14)
That is why the Jewish cover all mirrors with black cloths after a death
#1 it is a sign of vanity and #2 it channel the spirits back into this world.
All mirrors are portals. To some degree
I suspec that either the mirror was very old or the house was very old or both
I;m impressed that you were actually able to see them in the mirror
(or on the other side of the mirror anyway)
GlendaSC (5 stories) (1475 posts)
16 years ago (2008-03-13)
Sorry Flutter - I have Holli on my brain. Have all day for some reason. I don't know what that means. I was at my new job today, wondering how she was doing. I knew it was you though. Love how you got your name. I want to tell you that again. Sorry about the name thing. I'm pretty pooped out too.
GlendaSC (5 stories) (1475 posts)
16 years ago (2008-03-13)
Holli - I guess I have a point, long winded as I am. There are things that go bump in the night. I think of them as destroyers. Anything that will help us, long term or in general, is a real target I think. I hope to stay healthy and happy a long time. Be discerning. Look beyond appearances.
GlendaSC (5 stories) (1475 posts)
16 years ago (2008-03-13)
Holli - I have a mirror story too. Because of my upbringing, supernatural stuff was never mentioned or accepted. I knew nothing about it. Then had a sleepover. We were about 10 and about 5 or 6 of us. One girl said that she had heard of a way to call up a witch and see her in a mirror. In the middle of the night we did this odd ritual thingy then looked in the mirror. Maybe it was imagination, or a type of mass hysteria. But, I was just curious if it would work and I saw her. The others screamed at the same time. I kept looking, curious. Then she laughed and moved. Then I got cold gross chills and swore that I'd never ever play around with creepy stuff again. I haven't.
Edmund (578 posts)
16 years ago (2008-03-13)
Flutterofwings... Wow that's awesome... It takes quite a powerfull psychic to open a portal... I guess you were the key... And I will be thinking all day what would of happened if you went into the mirror !

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