The Old Woman In My Room
I was in the forth grade when my family and I had moved into our very first house. The house had been abandoned and boarded up for three years before our big move. My father had spent about half a year fixing the house from a horrible eye sore to a place we could call home. The house had three bedrooms and I took the bedroom that was adjacent to the kitchen and the basement stairs. I always remembered my room always being colder than all the other rooms. I was so excited to have my very own room for the first time since my brothers were born, so I really didn't care about that. But, a couple months after we settled in, I started having a reoccurring dream that I was awake and I looked towards my door (my door was always open with a night light in the kitchen) and a silhouette of someone standing there that would just stare at me. At first I thought it was my mother checking up on me. But then it came out to be a silhouette of an old short woman. I would freak out so bad I would try to move and felt my arms and legs move just to find out I hadn't moved at all. I finally forced myself to wake up and when I looked at the door, there was no one there. I kept telling myself it was just my mother, but when I had gone to my parents' room to reassure myself, she had been fast asleep each and every time. Even when I woke her up to find out, she said she hadn't left the bed at all that night. For two years I dreaded going to sleep in my room. I would sleep on the couch or stay up all night fearing of seeing the old woman. She would never harm me or move at all, but it didn't take away from the fact that I was petrified of her. Finally, I didn't care if my parents thought I was crazy or not. I told them what I had been experiencing in my room. My parents didn't know what to say about it so they just blew it off and let me sleep in the living room. The next day, my dad hung out with our neighbor that has lived there for many years. They were talking and my dad brought up my story about the old woman. Our neighbor stood quietly for a second then started telling my father of the old couple that used to live there before the house was left to gather dust. He talked of an old man and woman that lived in the house for many years. The couple like to be secluded and were very mean towards other people. One day, the woman was very ill and actually passed away in the room that I now call mine. The old man thought it was time to move on and went to live in the next town. So, after two years of sleepless nights, my parents called in our catholic priest and he blessed the house. After that, I never encountered the old woman again. Now as for why she would stare at me throughout the night, I never knew. Any comments would be greatly appreciated.
THIS HAPPENED WITH MY FRIEND!