Here is a ghost story for today’s post in Stories Fiction Books. Rather than tell a fiction on an encounter with a ghost, this is a story on a long standing affair. Ghosts are not the stuff of fiction. If you’ve ever met one or felt remotely scared at the possible presence of a ghost, you’ll understand how I feel. There are some ghost stories which are forthrightly about ghosts but this is a story with a difference.
I used to live in an old house with a compound. The land was vast. It was a rustic scenery in the day but when night fell, the dark garden looked unfriendly and sinister. The sound of crickets punctuated the stillness of the night. Occasionally, on a wet night, frogs or toads would croak and sing in the nocturnal orchestra. Sometimes, a frog or toad would wander indoors to seek solace from the miserable weather.
My home had tinted glass windows. During the day, we could look out in comfort, without the sun’s rays glaring into our eyes. At night, the tinted glass disallowed any transparency and instead of looking out, we were shown the reflection of the room. If there was a light in the room, a person standing outside could look into the interior with ease.
It was spooky at night as the huge windows reflected the interior of the room. It gave the impression that there was a one way mirror window, just like the kind you see in TV and movies. The subject in an interrogation room would be observed through a fake, pseudo mirror. The cops on the other side of the room could watch the suspect of person or interest, while being unobserved.
The person on the outside looking in would feel a sense of power over the utter helplessness of the subject being watched.
The one way window glass spooked me at night. I usually drew the curtains over the window. I felt safer blacking out my treacherous window and deleting the option of transparency for anyone on the outside looking in.
I am not paranoid but sometimes, the black, reflecting window at night spooked me. I could almost swear the reflection in my room looked odd. It didn’t look like my room at all. Sometimes, I thought I saw a shadow or image in the glass. It looked like a new, foreign object that didn’t belong to my room. Was there a ghost n the mirror?
I didn’t believe in ghosts but I was cautious. I had read stories about parallel worlds existing alongside our world. I wondered if the reflection in the glass was a parallel world. Is there a parallel world co-existing in my room, that was shown only in the reflection in the glass? Would the world in another dimension affect me? Is there a person in the other world? Is she a ghost or a being in another dimension?
What do you think?
I retold this story to a friend. She said, in her opinion, that there could be a parallel world. A world that is trapped in a time dimension that is from the past. A dramatic or traumatic event may have upset the energy fields and caused the existence of the ghost.
The concept of parallel worlds has been explored in many movies like The Poltergist, and more recently, Coraline. It is not new but stories of having seen your parallel half are new and unique to each individual.
Great idea this – happens all the time.