I think I'll tru to contribute something myself.
I woke up one night, with the need of taking a huge dump. I was too lazy to turn on the lights, so I grabbed my flashlight and stated to walk the empty hallways of my house. During ´the walk, my flashlight started to turn on & off and blinking. I simply tought the fucker was out of batteries. I stopped walking and started to pound the thing, so I could see infront of myself. As I poundet the light, I heard a small, squeeking sound, just like the ones you hear when you open the door. I started to get paranoid, and started to pound with more strenght. The light got on, and I noticed to be in front of my huge mirror. I lifted the light to the mirror and-
The next thing I know is that I wake up in an psychiatric ward, sitting in a corner. After a while a nurse came, and I asked her what was going on. After her explanation, I pieced the pieces together, and here's what happened:
I had seen something in the mirror. When I had not shown up for work for 2 days, my co-workers had gotten worried and called the police. They had found me, shaking in a corner, partially covered with my own piss and shit. They had to drug me so that they could move me and stop my crying. After that I had been locked up, and all night & day I had been sitting in the corner, swaying back and forth.
Still up to the date I do not know what happened to me, But everytime when I,m alone in the dark tears start to stream down my cheaks and I get really scared for no reason.