I have only seen "an apparition" one time. It wasn't scary to me, more surprising and interesting. Hope you find the telling enjoyable.
My husband and I raised our five kids in a two storey, three bedroom, three bath home. Upstairs were the bedrooms, with the master being the size of the entire downstairs living room. We had a lock on our bedroom door (our teenage daughters would hi-jack my husband's t-shirts to wear!) so when we were gone for work during the day, or were out during the evening, nobody was in our room. Our kids used to tell us that they would quite often hear footsteps in our room. They would hear them day or night. We would hear them too, sometimes if we were downstairs eating dinner, or watching TV. We would go look and nothing. But that's all that ever happened. Footsteps don't hurt. No big deal.
One night while sleeping, I woke up. No reason. I just woke up. I was on my back, and opened my eyes. I turned my head to look at my husband. He was there, sleeping, his back facing me. I looked at the ceiling and noticed a white light to my right side. It was low to the ground, so I turned my head and looked for the source. There standing right at the side of my bed, right next to me, were a little "Doctor" and a little "Nurse". The doctor stood about three feet tall, if that, and appeared to be "operating" on my leg! He was an old man, looking about eighty. He had a big nose and long chin. He was mostly bald with wisps of hair here and there. His nurse stood behind him, looking over his shoulder as he "operated." She had grey hair, pulled back in bun. She looked about 80 as well and was wearing a long black dress with a long white apron over it, and a white nurse's hat. The dress reminded me of the first nurse's uniforms way back.
I was shocked, not scared. I felt no fear at all, just surprise. I wondered "What the hell is this guy doing?" And, I didn't feel what he was doing to my leg; it just looked like he was doing something to it. Because I couldn't feel it, I wanted to see it better... I am just a curious person... I have to know. So, what do I do to see it better? I sit up of course! As I am raising my head from my pillow and bringing my arm up to support me, this "doctor" turns and looks directly at me, grins at me with a mouth full of very many sharp pointed teeth, gives me a sort of grunt, and punches me with his fist right in my right eye! I let out a gasp. I actually couldn't believe that just happened! I paused a minute to "feel" the punch on my eye. Was it real? Was there pain? I felt pain, but it wasn't like the punch I got in my eye when I was twelve from the boy next door. That hurt! This was dull pain. That's the only way to describe it. It hurt, but it was dull.
I looked over at my husband to see if he saw this. He had to have heard this right? Nope. I saw his back, just like when I first woke up. Okay, then. What do I do now? What could I do? So I laid my head back down on the pillow. I decided that if my husband wasn't awake, and this thing didn't want me to get up, then I wasn't going to. I wasn't scared, or hurt, really. I looked back at the two little beings, without moving my head, because I didn't want to get hit again, yep, still there. Ok, then. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
I haven't had anything like that happen to me since. We lived in that home for another 7 years after this happened. We moved from that home 10 years ago. I've thought about that night a lot. Trying to figure out what it could have been because I know it wasn't a dream.
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