That Hotel Was Haunted

Earlier this year I was happily earning free Southwest Airline coupons by deferring my flight home. I wanted to do that for more than a decade, and finally had the opportunity and made a new friend as well (another story, another day.)

The airline put us in a lovely airport hotel for the night, separate rooms, of course, having diverted us there to get us home the next day. I like nice hotels and usually feel like I'm on vacation when I'm in one. This one was lovely, two king beds, and the bathroom had a freestanding sink on a beautiful piece of furniture with a granite top. Quite lovely, with a bay of mirrors, and I could see all sides of my face while washing up.

There was also a door that had a full-length mirror on the outside. The door opened into the bathroom and when opened, the mirror was opposite the three lovely mirrors behind the sink.

I didn't know it was a trap.

Next morning I got up and headed straight to the shower, which had one of those newer bowed rods so the curtain didn't blow back in. I left the door open so the bathroom wouldn't get fogged up. After my shower I was toweling off in front of the sink, when I saw my bum in the mirror behind me, FULL ON, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN ABOUT 20 YEARS. I tried to scream. My mouth was open and my jaw was moving, but no sound came out. I tried to breathe, but no air was getting in.

That bum of mine was whiter than white, flat, wide, doughy, dimply and about two feet lower than the last time I saw it.

It was horrible! (And still is ...)

There was no getting around it, gravity caught me unaware.

After a moment, shock turned to laughter and bouts of hysteria overtook me off and on during the next several days. I promised myself never to scare me like that again.

I recommend, if you're the least bit squeamish, never put yourself in that position. You might not be able to look back on anything ever again.