I think I may be dead

I woke up to the sound of broken glass at night. I got chills at this sound because what was followed by the glass breaking was crunching, most likely from the glass. After that was a bump here and there from what sounded like from all around the house
I had already gotten my phone, hid under my bed and called the police. They'll be here in 14 minutes, just great. I had waited those minutes with more and more fear gathering every second. What felt like an hour of waiting I finally heard sirens outside and I just ran. I ran as fast as I humanly could to the front door.
The officers were really cool and collective as I did my best to explain what I knew. Three of the officers went in while I stayed with the other one. When they came back out I was told that they went to every room in house and every part of the house looked untouched, even the windows, which were apparently all locked.
Every part of the house except for the broken mirror at the end of hallway.
This had me stirring. I had told myself and the officers that the mirror had just fallen down and had broken from the impact. But this sensation came to me that wouldn't let me believe it. After the officers had left and I had to see that mirror. I walked back in to the hallway and saw the broken mirror just laying on the floor.
The time was already 2 AM and I was already exhausted, so I just decided to clean it up in the morning. I went to bed and woke up at about 11 o'clock. I woke up with this sudden pain in my palms and in my heels. I looked up at my hands to see them cut, and with bits of glass around them. I had no idea what happened but I just assumed I was just sleepwalking and touched it.
I didn't even have time to worry because I to be at work in and hour so I just wrapped my hands and feet in gauze and hurried up in the shower which is connected to my room, then hurried up and to get dressed. When I was fully ready I left my room for the kitchen to make some to-go toast but when I looked backed at the end of the hallway I saw it.
The mirror was perfectly fine.
At this point my heart was practically beating out my chest but I almost a heart attack when I noticed my reflection.
I was all white and I could see stuff in the background through me as if I looked half transparent. I don't know why I didn't move or run, either because I was paralyzed with fear or because a force was holding me back, but I just stood there watching my own reflection walking towards me in an actual ghostly form, just hovering over instead of using its legs.
The reflection kept getting closer to me until it finally reached me. It stopped for a second, as if just to watch me terror at its look. Then it grabbed me by the head with its hands and dragged me into the mirror until I crashed into It and passed out.
I woke up feeling cold and nauseous. I was still in my house on the floor in the hallway but everything felt dull, almost empty. I was dizzy but I seemed to almost glide while walking. I left out my house feeling odd, but normal at the same time. I saw my neighbor next door and I smiled and waved hello to her, but she didn't even acknowledge me.
I had gotten into my car and started it up, but now my neighbor seemed to stare at me, with a horrified look. As I backed out of my driveway she continued to look at me with her horrified stare but this time let out a true, genuine shriek.
At this point I got scared and got out of the car and asked her what was wrong, but she seemed to not notice I was there. As I walked up to her and asked her again I began to notice something.
She couldn't see me.
At that point I was terrified. I ran up to her to ask her again what was wrong. When that didn't work I walk up to her to shake her shoulder. Thats I noticed something else,
I couldn't see myself.


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