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On Friday, December 11, 1998, I went to bed early, hoping to get a good night’s sleep. At about 2:00 A.M. I woke up for no apparent reason. I rarely do this, so I already had an odd feeling. I got a drink of water and decided to read until I fell asleep again.
I went to the dresser to get my book, and I saw a woman in the mirror. I could only see her silhouette, but her hair was nicely styled and she was wearing long sleeves. We watched each other for a couple of minutes. Then I woke my fiance.
“Dwayne, There’s someone in the mirror, and it’s not me!” I told him. He rolled over and asked what she wanted. I replied that she was just looking at me. Dwayne was already asleep again, and having seen ghosts before and knowing that this one meant no harm, I decided to bid the woman in the mirror good night and go back to sleep myself.
On Monday afternoon, Dwayne told me his Aunt Mary had died on Friday. He asked me to describe the woman I had seen. I told him about her clothes and how she wore her hair up with loose curls on the sides. She was a little larger than I but I almost the same height. Dwayne told me that I had just described his aunt.
I believe his aunt wanted to see the woman he had decided to marry, since he is the baby of the family. So, Aunt Mary, it was nice to meet you. You can rest assured that I love Dwayne, and I will take good care of him.
Fort Worth, Texas