An apartment with mirrors

This happened three years ago. My friend Sonya and her boyfriend rented an apartment. They found it through a newspaper ad and moved in right away. The house was near the cemetery on Bogdanka Street. The view from the balcony looked out onto a field, and beyond that was the cemetery. My boyfriend often went to Moscow to work, and while he was gone, my friend and I would get together. We usually stayed overnight there, as for some reason she was afraid to be alone in the apartment. There was nothing particularly alarming about the apartment—it was on the second floor, only one room was rented out, and the other was locked. The bathroom and toilet were separate, and the kitchen was small. There were also a lot of mirrors in the apartment: three in the hallway, and another one in the bathroom, in the living room, and in the kitchen.

One day, after another get-together, everyone left, and Sonya was left to spend the night alone. She begged for someone to stay, but no one could, including me. 

At four in the morning, Sonya called me in tears and asked me to come over immediately. She was hysterical and couldn't explain anything clearly. I quickly got ready, called a taxi, and went to her place. Sonya was completely exhausted, just crying. This went on for about an hour. Coming to, she told me that while she was still in bed, she'd heard someone washing in the bathroom. She decided to check and went toward the bathroom. The light was on, even though the switch was off. She didn't dare enter the bathroom. Turning sharply to go back into the room, she saw a man in the mirror. Sonya couldn't remember what happened next. When she came to, she immediately called me.

Of course, I didn't believe her story—I thought she'd either been drinking too much or had dreamed it. So, I put her to bed, dismissing it as delirium, and went to bed myself.

 We slept until eleven in the morning, then went for a walk. We got home at 10 in the evening. Sonya convinced me to stay the night. We decided to have a beer at home. Nothing special happened; we stayed up until about one in the morning, then decided to go to bed.

Before going to bed, I decided to wash my face in that mystical bathroom. What happened there nearly killed me. I'm standing there, calmly washing my face, lathering my eyes... and suddenly I feel someone staring at me from behind. I quickly rinse everything off and turn around—no one's there. And then it feels like the room has suddenly gotten colder, and my heart starts pounding. I look in the mirror—and there's a man hanging from a noose behind me! I turn around in shock, but in fact, no one's there. I look in the mirror again—and he's hanging... Basically, for about two minutes, I couldn't scream or move—I was simply stunned. Then she quickly ran out of the bathroom.

I don't remember much about what happened next. My friend and I ran outside and went to my place. Before her boyfriend arrived, she lived with me, and we were afraid to go into that apartment even during the day...