Thank you to all of those who have read my first story.
I was only up in my dad's bedroom to go onto the computer and listen to music, but I tend to dance around in his room sometimes.
The only people/animals who have died at my dad's house is my oldest dog named Tabitha. I know this because my dad built the house.
I was standing in front of the mirror in my dad's room. (The mirror is a full figure one). I still don't know why I was standing there. The mirror is my favorite thing in the whole room, which is strange because I don't like my figure at all. The computer was blasting to some music I had playing on playlist.com and the web page that I was on at the time was myspace.
I was looking at the door in the mirror for some reason when I saw a black shapeless figure jump out of no where. And run across the room behind me. When it came to be in front of the computer it stopped for a minute and vanished.
I knew once the thing was gone that that was NOT Tabitha. Tabitha was a sweet pure breed cocker spaniel that was loving. And if her spirit was still there at my dad's I would know. I would feel her in the same room as me. But I never did feel her in the same room as me.
This thing was not good. I didn't know what it was. So I walked away from the mirror and sat down at the computer. The next day/today I wrote down this story.
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