Allow me to start this entry off with the following statement: I am not a "spiritual" person by any means. Religion repulses me and I find it to be a crutch for weak people. In addition, I am also one of those people who say if you don't believe in God then you cannot believe in all the cool stuff that goes along with God (the devil, demons, etc). Well, tonight may have changed my outlook quite a bit. Let's start from the top.
One day I am hanging out at the house. My buddy Reptile hits me up on the internet blabbering about some sort of thing with mirrors. Supposedly, you can summon your "alternate soul" or something by performing a simple ritual in your bathroom. He shows me the ritual (available at this site along with much more related stuff). This sounds totally ridiculous and I wish him good luck on his journey into the spirit world.
Later on in the night, I start talking to Reptile again. He informs me that one of our friends tried the ritual and was totally spooked. Our buddy apparently saw some freaky shit and bailed real quick. Reptile then tells me he is going to perform the ritual tomorrow. I won't drag the story out anymore but needless to say, he gets some intense results along with a few other of my friends. Then they start asking when I am going to do it. As I mentioned before, I am not a religious guy. This stuff is intriguing to me but I don't take it serious. Despite this, this shit is kind of intimidating me because some tough looking characters are being reduced to gigantic pussies over this. By telling you that, I am not trying to make myself look cool or anything. I am just letting trying to get you into my mindset. So finally, on the night of January the 13th, I decide to go for it. My stomach is growling and Reptile is my favorite Steak n Shake partner. I'll knock this mirror thing out and then get some shitty food.
I arrive at Reptile's den and its just him and the other pioneer of this ritufaal thing. We shoot the breeze for a while but then its time to get down to business. The ritual is simple: stand in front of a mirror in a room lit only by a candle and stare directly at your reflection's eyes. After a while, you should see some results. At the 10 minute mark, you have to draw blood and wipe it across your reflections eyes. It has to be enough to blind your reflection. Then you last another seven minutes an immediately blow out the candle, flip the light to the room on, and bail. We worked out a system where at 10 minutes, someone knocks on the bathroom door to let you know to do the blood thing. At the end of the seven minutes, there's two knocks to let you know its time to go. So here I am, standing in the bathroom and staring.
It started out rather slow. Nothing happened and I was feeling good. Then all of a sudden my jaw took a sharp turn to the right and I saw what appeared to be teeth on the bottom of my chin. Keep in mind, my mouth is shut and I have no expression on my face. Already, I am not digging this. Its freaking me the fuck out and I don't like it. An important thing to note is that you pretty much lose track of time in here. It seems like an eternity when it really has been 30 seconds or so. Anyway, back to my experience. My jaw is warping and my chin now has a set of teeth. This sounds comical but its not. Fear is coursing through my body and I am not stoked. It was as if whatever was in that mirror could sense that because my mouth curled into a grin several times. This continues for a while and then the real shit starts happening. My body became almost transparent. I could see through my coat and see the door behind me. Just as I started processing that, my reflection started to stretch in the mirror until half my face was off the mirror. The coat I was wearing in the bathroom is black and had a furry hood. The fur on the hood began to wiggle back and forth as if it were alive. Just as I am getting ready to bail, there's my knock at the door telling me to do the blood thing.
This isn't as easy as it sounds. I fumble around for the razor because I am not trying to break eye contact. Finally, I find it. While considering this whole mirror thing, this was actually the most concerning part of it. Cutting yourself is pretty drastic and teen angst behavior. Do I really want to do that? I came to the conclusion that to make an omelette, you have to break a few eggs. So I make my first incision on my left wrist. I start squeezing my hand and nothing comes out. There is no blood. I make another cut and again, the same results. This continues until my wrist looks like the picture displayed above. I had to cut myself six times in order to get any blood at all. Now I "blind" my reflection and it doesn't appear that there is much blood. This worries me because whatever is in that mirror can still see me. Shit basically starts to hit the fan.
The hood on my coat is now collapsing around my and pulsing like a large number of snakes. My mind is all over the place right now. The top of my hood is black, I can only see the sides of the fur. My nose is gone and my mouth is continuing to smile at me and bare sharp teeth. Then, the worst part of the experience occurs: my eyes appear to have fire in them. This is not the fire from the candle, it looks like like a burning house in both of my eyes. My face is now completely warped. Its dark on the sides, my lips are a darkish black/maroon color baring teeth and smiling at me. All that on top of my eyes being fireballs with a burning house in the center. I remember that I have a razor with me and for some reason, I want to start cutting myself again. It was at this point that my knock occurs. I scramble for the light and start yelling at Reptile asking him where the goddamn light switch is. He tells me not to worry about it and to just blow out the candle and leave. I do and run out.
The Mirror Ritual Blog will be posting audio of me literally seconds after I did this. They're the first words I spoke upon exiting the bathroom. Remember how I said I felt like there wasn't enough blood on the mirror? Well it was nothing like the picture on the blog but there was a nice amount on the mirror, definitely more then I thought and definitely enough to "blind" the reflection.
Afterward, Reptile and I went to Steak n Shake and I had the shakes (no pun intended) for a good 30 minutes. Our buddy also texted me while we were eating asking us where we were because some freaky shit was going down. Apparently while we were gone, he heard tapping on the back of the mirror in the bathroom from his living room.
You can take this however you want. You can call me crazy, stupid, or full of shit. I don't care. All I know is that if that was an optical illusion then it was the scariest, most intense optical illusion I have ever seen. The optical illusion in the mirror made me want to continue to cut my wrist and looked like it wanted to hurt me. If you do this be prepared to be spooked for a while.
One day I am hanging out at the house. My buddy Reptile hits me up on the internet blabbering about some sort of thing with mirrors. Supposedly, you can summon your "alternate soul" or something by performing a simple ritual in your bathroom. He shows me the ritual (available at this site along with much more related stuff). This sounds totally ridiculous and I wish him good luck on his journey into the spirit world.
Later on in the night, I start talking to Reptile again. He informs me that one of our friends tried the ritual and was totally spooked. Our buddy apparently saw some freaky shit and bailed real quick. Reptile then tells me he is going to perform the ritual tomorrow. I won't drag the story out anymore but needless to say, he gets some intense results along with a few other of my friends. Then they start asking when I am going to do it. As I mentioned before, I am not a religious guy. This stuff is intriguing to me but I don't take it serious. Despite this, this shit is kind of intimidating me because some tough looking characters are being reduced to gigantic pussies over this. By telling you that, I am not trying to make myself look cool or anything. I am just letting trying to get you into my mindset. So finally, on the night of January the 13th, I decide to go for it. My stomach is growling and Reptile is my favorite Steak n Shake partner. I'll knock this mirror thing out and then get some shitty food.
I arrive at Reptile's den and its just him and the other pioneer of this ritufaal thing. We shoot the breeze for a while but then its time to get down to business. The ritual is simple: stand in front of a mirror in a room lit only by a candle and stare directly at your reflection's eyes. After a while, you should see some results. At the 10 minute mark, you have to draw blood and wipe it across your reflections eyes. It has to be enough to blind your reflection. Then you last another seven minutes an immediately blow out the candle, flip the light to the room on, and bail. We worked out a system where at 10 minutes, someone knocks on the bathroom door to let you know to do the blood thing. At the end of the seven minutes, there's two knocks to let you know its time to go. So here I am, standing in the bathroom and staring.
It started out rather slow. Nothing happened and I was feeling good. Then all of a sudden my jaw took a sharp turn to the right and I saw what appeared to be teeth on the bottom of my chin. Keep in mind, my mouth is shut and I have no expression on my face. Already, I am not digging this. Its freaking me the fuck out and I don't like it. An important thing to note is that you pretty much lose track of time in here. It seems like an eternity when it really has been 30 seconds or so. Anyway, back to my experience. My jaw is warping and my chin now has a set of teeth. This sounds comical but its not. Fear is coursing through my body and I am not stoked. It was as if whatever was in that mirror could sense that because my mouth curled into a grin several times. This continues for a while and then the real shit starts happening. My body became almost transparent. I could see through my coat and see the door behind me. Just as I started processing that, my reflection started to stretch in the mirror until half my face was off the mirror. The coat I was wearing in the bathroom is black and had a furry hood. The fur on the hood began to wiggle back and forth as if it were alive. Just as I am getting ready to bail, there's my knock at the door telling me to do the blood thing.
This isn't as easy as it sounds. I fumble around for the razor because I am not trying to break eye contact. Finally, I find it. While considering this whole mirror thing, this was actually the most concerning part of it. Cutting yourself is pretty drastic and teen angst behavior. Do I really want to do that? I came to the conclusion that to make an omelette, you have to break a few eggs. So I make my first incision on my left wrist. I start squeezing my hand and nothing comes out. There is no blood. I make another cut and again, the same results. This continues until my wrist looks like the picture displayed above. I had to cut myself six times in order to get any blood at all. Now I "blind" my reflection and it doesn't appear that there is much blood. This worries me because whatever is in that mirror can still see me. Shit basically starts to hit the fan.
The hood on my coat is now collapsing around my and pulsing like a large number of snakes. My mind is all over the place right now. The top of my hood is black, I can only see the sides of the fur. My nose is gone and my mouth is continuing to smile at me and bare sharp teeth. Then, the worst part of the experience occurs: my eyes appear to have fire in them. This is not the fire from the candle, it looks like like a burning house in both of my eyes. My face is now completely warped. Its dark on the sides, my lips are a darkish black/maroon color baring teeth and smiling at me. All that on top of my eyes being fireballs with a burning house in the center. I remember that I have a razor with me and for some reason, I want to start cutting myself again. It was at this point that my knock occurs. I scramble for the light and start yelling at Reptile asking him where the goddamn light switch is. He tells me not to worry about it and to just blow out the candle and leave. I do and run out.
The Mirror Ritual Blog will be posting audio of me literally seconds after I did this. They're the first words I spoke upon exiting the bathroom. Remember how I said I felt like there wasn't enough blood on the mirror? Well it was nothing like the picture on the blog but there was a nice amount on the mirror, definitely more then I thought and definitely enough to "blind" the reflection.
Afterward, Reptile and I went to Steak n Shake and I had the shakes (no pun intended) for a good 30 minutes. Our buddy also texted me while we were eating asking us where we were because some freaky shit was going down. Apparently while we were gone, he heard tapping on the back of the mirror in the bathroom from his living room.
You can take this however you want. You can call me crazy, stupid, or full of shit. I don't care. All I know is that if that was an optical illusion then it was the scariest, most intense optical illusion I have ever seen. The optical illusion in the mirror made me want to continue to cut my wrist and looked like it wanted to hurt me. If you do this be prepared to be spooked for a while.
