When I was 2 years old, almost 3, my father passed away. At the time, I didn't understand what death was. All I knew was I had been told my father wasn't coming back and even then I don't think I fully comprehended it.
We lived in a single family home and my sister and I shared a room. Bunk beds to be more exact. There was not much in our room, the normal things. A dresser, TV and the bunk beds were about it. One night, a good while after my father passed, my mother laid my sister and me down for bed. I fell asleep as normal, no issues. I'm not sure what time it was that I initially woke up or how long the event actually lasted. At first, I wasn't even sure I was really awake.
Anyway, here it goes. I was startled awake, I'm not sure what caused it, hearing things maybe or maybe just knowing something was in the room. I sat up and the way I slept was so I was able to lie in my bed and watch TV. In front of the TV and dresser was an older woman, very unattractive and for some reason I just knew she was not friendly. I guess when we are kids we have that intuition (think back and I'm sure you will remember what I'm speaking of).
The woman had a very wrinkly face; I don't think there was a smooth part of skin on her face at all. Her hair was gray mostly but had some black mixed through out and it was VERY straggly, almost as if it had not been washed for weeks. Her eyes looked as any person's eyes do (meaning that they weren't just black holes or burning red) but her iris' were unlike anything I have seen to this day. They appeared gray, almost like smoke. They were not blue, I am sure of this. Her eyes just appeared empty.
The woman had a smile on her face but it wasn't a warm, welcoming smile. It was an evil smile; one I will never forget. I was a young girl, I didn't know to hide under the covers all I knew was that I felt the safest with my mother and so I bolted to the door which was directly across from my bed and enough of a distance from the woman for me to feel as confident as I can in the situation.
My mother's room was on the other side of the house. When running I didn't look back to see if I was followed. When I reached my mothers room I hopped into bed and curled up next to her. I looked over at the door and saw the woman. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow standing in my mom's room. It wasn't what some people describe as a shadow person because I could make out some clothes. It was almost as if someone was in the room it was just too dark to see.
When I turned my head to look directly at the figure I felt an overwhelming sense of comfort. When I looked back at the door, the woman was gone. I honestly believe that my father had stopped back to comfort me and stop the encounter. It felt as though the woman knew the figure was there and wasn't able to or didn't want to come into the room with him there. Almost like it was too much of a challenge and not what she/it had counted on.
By this point, my mom had woken up and asked me what I was looking at. I explained to her about the woman and then the tall figure in her room that I couldn't completely make out. My mom is a believer and has family who has had numerous experiences so she believed me. She sat up with me until I could fall back asleep and I ended up sleeping in her room for the next few months because of this.
I'm 22 now and it seems like these things (paranormal experiences) search me out. I've never actually physically seen anything except on 1 other occasion, but I can sense things. To be honest, I've spent my life being very uneasy about it. It wasn't until recently that I started to accept it.
Anyways, I hope I was detailed enough for everyone. I see that people like detailed descriptions of the experience. Have a good day!