Alaina Urquhart

Okay.

So one weekend when everyone bar my mom, her friend, and two others on their dorm floor had gone home, my mother and her friend decided to stay in their uni dorm as they worked in the city, but more so because they couldn't afford the bus fare that week because, come on, broke-ass uni students.

And what sounds better, bus fare or a chance for a raging piss-up?

A raging piss up.

Anyway, on this particular evening, my mom was getting her beautiful curly hair.

I said red hair because I pictured her with red hair.

Curly hair ready for a night on the tiles.

Side note, so jealous of them being in their 20s and getting to experience the 80s in all its glory.

Yeah.

She was sitting at the end of their hall in their dorm room as there was a long-length mirror situated there.

To the left of her was the exit door that took you to the common room and out of the complex.

So if anyone was entering or leaving their dorm room, she would have seen them, as she would have had to have scooched over to let them past.

About five minutes into drying her hair, my mom said she kept seeing her friend, who was doing her makeup in the bathroom at the other end of the hall, peeking her head out of the door with a confuzzled look on her face.

Confused, my mom asked, "'What are you looking at?'

To which her friend replied, "'I thought I saw someone walk past the door.'"

My mom said she sort of laughed it off and replied, hmm, nope, I would have seen them too.

Trick of the eye, maybe?

They both continued getting ready, and just as mom was about to switch off the hair dryer, she said she felt a presence behind her.

She looked up into the mirror to find a girl, not much older than her, standing directly behind her, just smiling at her.

Disgusting!