When I was fourteen I went to my friend''s house for a sleepover. It was a very old house in the Surrey, UK. I could imagine some people getting the shivers when they walked into that house. It just had an eerie feel to it. The décor was old-fashioned, the wooden flooring was slightly warped from age and the ceilings were very high. But I was not afraid of the place at all. That is, not until I saw the ghost.
There were 6 of us staying in the same room and I''d set my sleeping bag facing the open doorway. It must have been about 2am. The rest of the girls had gone to sleep a little while ago but I just wasn''t tired. I had this very uneasy feeling, like I was being watched.
I''m not sure what made me do it but I lifted my head and looked out into the hallway. It was the single most terrifying moment of my life. In the light from the hall I saw the dark figure of a woman wearing a long, formal dress with her hair pinned up in an old fashioned do and she was facing me.
Strangely, it was just like seeing a living person. She was not shiny or transparent like I''d always imagined a ghost to be. But this was a woman who could not have been there. There was nobody else in the house apart from my friend''s older sister who did not resemble this tall, slender, formally dressed figure at all. If it were a living person I would have heard her walking to the doorway because the house was in complete silence apart from the light breathing of my friends. Also sound echoed through that house like a cave and this figure was standing less than 2 meters from my feet.
The woman stood there at the door frame with one hand touching the wall. I was only able to look at her for a second and then I quickly ducked my head under my sleeping bag, unable to look again. I wanted to though, I remember being terrified but at the same time thinking ''I can''t believe I''ve seen a ghost! This is amazing, I have to look again to see if she''s still there so I can tell my mum everything about it'' and then I''d think ''Oh God, what if I pull the cover down and her face is one inch from mine?!''
I was so frightened I was frozen stiff. I wanted to call out to my friends so that they could turn on the light and comfort me, maybe they would see her too, but I literally couldn''t make a sound. Petrified, I laid there for hours running over what I''d just seen in my mind, wondering if she was still there, thinking about how much things had changed now that I knew for sure that ghosts existed, wondering if I would ever get over the shock, thinking about how close she was to my toes and how she might reach out and grab them! I was so desperate for morning to come. I just couldn''t wait for this horrible experience to be over.
I laid there until I started to see natural light. This gave me a sense of well-being and the feeling of being watched disappeared. I finally fell asleep.
I awoke to the sounds of my friends giggling and talking about the games we''d played and the films we''d watched last night. I immediately remembered what I''d seen in the hallway and that''s the first place I looked. Nothing. Absolutely nothing that could have been mistaken for the figure of a woman. Just a plain wall and a small picture frame.
I almost didn''t mention it to my friend (the girl who lived there). It was embarrassing but I just had to bring it up. "My mum''s seen her too" she said, to my surprise and relief. Apparently, my friend''s mum had seen this figure at the end of her bed one night. I wasn''t crazy! The description even matched! Even so, I don''t think my friend truly believed me. I mean I never believed anyone who told me they''d seen a ghost before I saw one myself.
It''s been 9 years since I saw the ghost and I haven''t seen one since. I''m very thankful for that too. As the memory of my ghostly encounter fades, it definitely feels less real to me. I mean, I have asked myself questions like; ''could it have just been a hallucination? I may have been more tired than I felt'' and ''could it have been an optical illusion with the light or something?'' Even though I''ve had doubts, and even though the memory of the ghostly image is not as clear in my mind as it used to be, I have always believed deep down that what I saw that night was a real ghost.
In a way I am glad it happened to me because I like being able to tell my story but, as I said, it was the single most terrifying moment of my life and I do not wish to relive it or experience anything like it ever again.
This is my ghost story and it is 100% true. Writing it down was very hard for me, it brought back all of the awful feelings from that night, but I''m glad that I can share my experience with you. Perhaps you can tell me about a similar experience you''ve had. I would absolutely love to hear your story.
Thanks for reading.