After washing my hair and rinsing off, I step out and grab my towel. Hearing someone speak, I ask, 'Hello. Mom is that you?"

Frowning when no one answers, I hurry to dry off when I feel a brisk chill in the air and the hairs on my arms stand on end. Turning around, I see a chilling image in the mirror. It is me, but not really. There is something off just a little and I can't put my finger on it till I blink, and then it goes back to normal.

The image was of the doll Marybelle. ...