You may not believe me, and I don't really care, but this is the truth, the honest to God truth. I am a Mormon. I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and I don't believe in lying.

When I was about 9 years old, I lived in Security Colorado in a small, green house. I shared a room with my little sister Krystal, who at the time was about 5 years old. My mother kissed me goodnight on the top of the bunk-bed where I slept, and wished me sweet dreams, leaving me in the dark. I rolled on my side, on the hot summers night, sweat rolling down my forehead. In the front of my room was a mirror, about 10 inces wide, 13 inches long, but those are just estimates. About 15 minutes later, unconfortable in my lying position, I rolled back on my back, staring at the cieling. Then, chills ran down my spine. I found it harder and harder to breath, and when I was able to take a breath in, it was cold, chilling air. My eyes turned to the mirror on the wall. There, in the mirror, was a beautiful woman, of about 25 years of age, staring at ME with her green eyes, and her long, soft brown hair. She was staring at me, staring through me, seeing me, seeing through me, seeing who I was. She was smiling, but her smile was not comforting. Her eyes were not comforting. The very soul of this THING was not comforting. Looking into her eyes, I could hear her say something. Not hear, but feel. I understood what she was trying to say to me. I cannot tell you what she said to me, because I do not remember, but I looked at the bottom of the mirror. Her reflection was like a school picture. You can see only partial body parts. I could not see it, but she seemed to be rocking back and forth, holding a baby in her hands. I did not see it, but I knew the baby was there.

Maybe this seems far fetched to you, but hey, I believe it. ( I encountered it ) I know it was real, and I am here to say that the devil does not like us. He wants us to know horrible things, and feel horrible things. Run. Run as fast as you can.