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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/MrSlack_ingoff on 2025-11-01 18:44:24+00:00.

Have a classic ghost story /experience I have been wanting to share and today’s the day. It was 1993 and I was 5 years old. Me and my two sisters 12 and 8 at the time, were spending the night at my grandparents house in New Jersey. My grandparents had one spare bedroom with a king sized bed that we were all sharing for the night. I have no idea what time it was, I just know it was sometime after we all fell asleep. I suddenly woke up and immediately looked at the mirror attached to the dresser and was instantly and absolutely terrified. I don’t know who or why but for whatever reason a spirit/entity whatever you prefer was fully visible in the mirror looking at me and waving. Maybe the scariest part at that time was the fact that it was a full on skeleton. Just skull and bones taunting me. I pretty quickly started freaking out and my oldest sister woke up. She began panicking and stood up on the bed to pull the string on the ceiling fan/light to turn it on. My middle sister has quite literally slept through earthquakes so she missed out on the incident. Eventually my older sister grabbed the pull string, got the light on and the skeleton was gone. I don’t remember much about the rest of the night, I can remember my grandmother coming in very shortly after the commotion and checking on us. Im 37 now and this occurrence has definitely stuck with me. I won’t look at a mirror in the dark to this day. My bedroom does not and has never had a mirror in it until this day. This incident definitely came up throughout my life from teens/twenties/thirties. No one ever said it didn’t happen but as a human, of course I kinda told myself that stuff isn’t real/doesn’t happen, we would refer to it at times and keep it moving. When I was 30 I was together with my family and story time came up. This was the first time I ever asked my oldest if she saw it too and she said that she had. It was wild to get confirmation all those years later. As an adult it doesn’t scare me, I truly feel like “what an ahole” about whoever or whatever that was. Like “thanks for the trauma ahole”.