Someone on Craigslist is selling an antique wall mirror, which caught my eye with its unusual design. I found it to be precious and intriguing. I love antiques.
According to the ad text, the petite mirror has been in the seller’s family for at least three generations, but the seller knows nothing more about it. They’re asking for $25.00.
If you know me, you know the first thing I thought, right? Haunted mirror! The second thing I thought was I must have it.
Take a look:
The alluring ad text reads:
Very old wall mirror. It has been in my family for at least 3 generations but I know nothing else about it. Frame is wood , handle is metal and it measures 26 1/2 inches long and 7 3/4 inches wide. 25.00 . Call if interested. No texts.
I place the call. After several rings, the call goes to voice mail. A woman picks up as I’m leaving my brief message. She has trouble hearing me, she says. She’s “getting a strange vibration on the line,” and could I call her back?
Of course I can!
My second call goes directly to voice mail; I hang up without leaving a message. When I try a third time two minutes later, the same woman answers. The connection is better, but my inquiry mystifies her. “A mirror? On Craigslist?” She turns away from her phone and calls: “Someone is asking about a mirror…? On Craigslist?”
She puts her mouth back to the phone and tells me that I’ll have to speak with her husband, because she has no idea about the mirror.
The husband gets on the phone and confirms that the mirror is still for sale. He kindly answers my next question by repeating the verbiage in the ad, but he also shares that the mirror had belonged to his grandmother’s aunt. They’d found it in her house. This information stirs up my imagination even more, because now there’s a grandmother’s aunt in the picture! The mirror is getting spookier by the moment.
Unfortunately, the seller and his bewitching mirror are two hours away.
Lamenting the mileage between us, I wonder out loud whether he thinks the mirror might be available for the foreseeable future (no pun intended). The seller gives a dry chuckle as he remarks, “Well, I’ve only had two calls about this mirror. There’s been very little interest in it in four months.”
Why aren’t the callers going through with the sale? The mirror is only $25.00!
Now I want the mirror even more.
Two weeks later, the mirror is still up for sale, and distance remains the issue. I’m not sure that I have four hours to spend in a car going to pick up a mirror. Four hours round-trip to retrieve a mirror could also be a four-hour road trip to Las Vegas, where I could spend a night at the El Cortez and also catch The Australian Bee Gees Show – A Tribute to the Bee Gees. Time permitting, I could see Zombie Burlesque, too! That kind of a weekend would be worth the additional four hours getting back to Phoenix.
Callaghan says that the mirror probably is haunted, so I don’t need it. My own thought is that if the mirror is actually haunted, then I definitely need it.
It’s not looking likely, my friends, but if you see this mirror here again, it’ll be because it made its way to my office.