I put out the light at 10.30 and we went to sleep. I did not sleep well. I could feel the smell of cigarette smoke in the room.
I dreamt a lot and the dreams I was dreaming were not good. At 5 I saw the wall open in my dream and I saw a burning house on the hill nearby. I was feeling afraid in my sleep and I started praying. There was something not good about the room.
I awoke and I opened my eyes. I was facing the mirror and there was a man in the mirror. I was surprised but this was uncomfortable also. I had always heard that Ghosts are not seen in mirrors and maybe I did not believe so much in ghosts. But now this was evident. There was a man in the mirror and he scared me. I turned around and there was nothing. I turned again and there he was in the mirror. He was somewhat red haired I think. Something pink was there too and he was holding his arm out, clenching his fist towards me. He might have had a knife. I knew he was dead and I knew he was a murderer and he was very angry.
I became so freighted I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Oh god, MAMMA. Pálmi awoke and he comforted me. I held his hand for a long time.
Somehow after an hour I managed to get asleep again but I had bad dreams.
Next day we visited the castle on the hill and I learned that it had been a poor house in 1952 when one wing burned. I later learned that one man died in that fire.
I did not tell many people this but at the dining table that evening I told a few and one woman said, “why did you not tell me straight away” She prays for people. She said she would pray for him and that he had been seeking help from me.
She said that something very cold had come into the dining room and she was just waiting to see what it was.
Next night I did not see him. I had bad dreams and I was afraid to go to the toilet. I took care of not looking in the mirror.
At 5 I was finally asleep. I had ear studs and did not hear anything. I later learned that some one had been knocking at a door and woke every one up. Pálmi said that it was just someone locked out. I wonder. He also thinks that I had a night mare but I know I was awake.
I have had dreams when I think I wake up but don't. This was different. I was awake.
Since this exists the good does too. May god be with this poor soul. I am not harmed by this. But I could not and can not stop thinking about this.
On the photos you see the hotels backyard seen from my window, the mirror and the castle.
