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 Category:  General Fiction
  Posted: October 20, 2019      Views: 43

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"In the Mirror" by Sandra Elizabeth Williams



It was Friday, the last day of the working week and the start of my vacation leave...I could hardly wait! The time of day was about 7 or 8 p.m.

My first son, who was quite young at the time, was at the office with me waiting, as he did every day after school, for us to go home. He sat at my desk while I went to the Records Department, which adjoined my department in Underwriting and Claims, to send a fax. It was the last thing I needed to complete before leaving.

I would never have admitted it before now, but I am vain and it was this vanity that caused me to have this unfortunate and terrifying experience that evening. While waiting for the fax to go through, I was admiring myself in the building's glass, which, during the daytime allowed persons inside to see persons outside while they were unable to see us inside. At nighttime it was the reverse and was also a kind of mirror. So, in the mirror I was looking at my face and smoothing my hair when I suddenly noticed an outfit that I was not wearing.

Puzzled, I looked in the mirror then back at myself a few times. What I saw when I looked back in the mirror about the third time freaked me out because standing across the room from me was Mrs. R. Brown, clad in an outdated office wear that the company had provided for the female staff when I just joined. Now, Mrs. Brown was dead, I was sure of it. In fact she died of lupus and I, along with many others, attended her funeral service about six months prior. However, Mrs. Brown was, at that moment, standing in the office where she used to work, clad in an old office attire and she was working!

I took my eyes off the mirror, looked around, but saw no one. When I looked in the mirror again I saw her. I did this twice. I was frightened beyond words. She was not looking in my direction, and I, careful not to draw her attention to me, ran out of the Records Department. Yelling to my son to take our things, we both bolted from the office, departing via the stairs. It was only when we reached the ground floor that I realized I had not returned the file of documents to my department.

I decided that not even wild horses could drag me back upstairs and I requested the security guard who was on duty to return them for me. I briefly told her what had happened. I did not know whether she believed me, but she promised she would return the file. I did not discuss with my son immediately what I had seen, not until the next day.

After my return from vacation, I heard that word of my experience had spread throughout the office. For the rest of my employment to that company I never worked late again.

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