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Fingerprint, it was my sister, and yes, she was definitely aware I was there. It was a Saturday afternoon, the TV was on, so no spooky quietness, and it was broad daylight. I decided to make some coffee and as I walked to the door of the room I happened to glance over my shoulder at the mirror above the fireplace, and I saw her through the mirror standing behind an armchair in the opposite corner of the room. I turned around and looked at her face on and she was as solid as you or I. She had her hands on the back of the chair and was wearing fashionable clothes - a green top and a brown skirt. Her hair was immaculate and she looked pretty - just like any young girl. She didn't speak, but she smiled at me and nodded, as if to say 'don't worry, it's ok' - and it was ok. I smiled at her and nodded back, and then just stood - and we looked at each other for a while. Then I turned and walked out of the room, and calmly - so calmly - went to the kitchen and made my coffee. Thinking about that afterwards, it was a very odd thing to do in the circumstances, but that's what I did and I don't know why I did it. When I took my coffee back into the room she had gone. I wasn't afraid to go back in the room and I don't know why I wasn't, but in the days that followed I began to think of the implications of what I'd seen, and it began to scare me. It took me two weeks to muster up the courage to tell my mother, but she wasn't at all surprised. All she said was 'don't worry, she's only looking after you.'
To be continued in the next post - I've waffled too much!