This is another story involving my friend Jeff.I have hanging on my bedroom wall a mirror that belonged to my grandfather.Now, this mirror is a folding mirror it use to be on a vanity type dresser.Well one day I was looking around in this old building of my grandmother's and I came across this old dresser.I noticed at the time the mirrors had been tied shut.Folded overlapping each other,I at the time thought that was kinda strange.Anyway,I left the mirror there I figured I'd come back later to get it.I had almost forgotten about the mirror and it was getting dark outside,now the last place I want be at night is rummaging around in this old building.I had picked the spot on the wall for the mirror to go ,so with flashlight in hand I went into the old building.I had my screwdrivers with me just in case I needed them.I looked around the back of the dresser to see how it was held on ,then I thought"maybe I should look at the mirrors to make sure they're not broken.I cut the twine that bind them and opened them out.As I stood back at looked them I thought,thought mind you,I thought I saw my grandfather's face but not the way he looked in life but how he would look now after being dead for almost forty years.I didn't know what to do so I told my neighbor who just happens to be a minister at the church down the road.What happen was he actually blessed a bottle of windex and washed the mirror with it and the face appeared again.So I told this story to my friend Jeff and when he walks pass the mirror he looks the other way because he's afraid he migt see"the face in the mirror"
