Myself. I did some really stupid shit when I was young and my friends and I thought “The Craft” was the coolest thing ever. Started getting into some DARK stuff. I grew up, left those friends behind, but I always felt plaques by something. Always have felt sensitive to the supernatural. (my mother literally knows when people die. She sees them. She knows when something catastrophic will happen. She calls in a panic not knowing what’s going to happen and then BOOM. Bad things.) About 5 years after all the bs of messing around with satanic rituals and blood drinking, I had already accepted goodness for myself. When this time period was bad I remember looking in the mirror at my normally gray eyes and realizing they were not my eyes looking back. I was stunned, so definitely not smiling, yet my reflection was. The eyes looking back at me were a bright green/hazel color and I have never had anything but gray eyes with a slight bit of yellow/green around my pupil. I just KNEW that it wasn’t me looking back. I did not freak out. I knew what I had to do, and it has been better ever since. Still have issues from time to time. I look at it like this. I closed a door I opened, but it’s like I’m holding that door closed and parts of whatever is pushing against it can sometimes slip out. I have had to do a lot of healing to make sure that I NEVER see whatever was in the mirror that day. Before All this, I was in the bathroom with my best friend (who was not doing well at the time). She left the bathroom and I stopped because she was at the door leering at me with the most cruel look and smile I’ve ever seen. I remember saying, “What the f?!” and I heard her call from down the hall, “What?” I blinked and she was gone, but when I left the bathroom she was already in the living room so I know it wasn’t her.