When I was around 20 years old I lived in a trailer in a tiny town in Missouri. It was summer and it was hot! I would get up every night to get a glass of water and then I would go back to bed. This one particular night I got up went to the kitchen like I always did and poured myself some water. I didn't turn on any lights cause I had a lot of windows in my trailer and the moon is pretty bright in Missouri (if you have ever been there, you know!).
While I drank my water I had a weird feeling that I was being watched. So I finished it and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room where I stopped. My front door was about three feet to the left of me and I don't know why but I felt compelled to go to the door so did. My door had a small window in it and so I pulled back the curtain and peeked out the window. I saw someone standing about 10 feet from my front door wearing a hooded cloak with their back turned to me. Because it was late and I lived on the outskirts of town I figured maybe it was someone who's car broke down or something and needed help, so I opened my door and stepped out on to my porch. I called out and asked if they were ok.
That was when "she" turned around and my blood ran cold. I had heard that expression before but that was the first time I knew what that phrase meant. She was like a black abyss that was void of anything, like a darkness so dark you could get lost in it. She had no discernible features on her face as though they kept changing. Like she was many women all at once and her outline was like a white glowing light, almost like a negative image of a black and white photo.
She started to slowly walk to me and stopped about 4 feet in front of me. I couldn't move; I was paralyzed with fear. I wanted to yell, "Go away. "You're scary!" but my mouth was dry and my head was trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Very slowly and fluidly she raised her hand and pulled her hood back. I kept trying to see her face but it just wouldn't focus. When she pulled off the hood, she had very curly erratic hair but it was the same as the rest of her depth-less black outlined in glowing white.
It felt like we stood there for ever and just stared at each other even though it was probably only a few seconds. She then started to slowly raise her hand like she was going to touch my face. At this moment my brain panicked and kicked into gear. I don't know why I did this but I raised my hand up as well (I think my exact thought was if you're going to touch me then I'm going to touch you. Sometimes I amaze myself). She stopped, pulled back her hand much faster than she had moved previously, looked from my hand to my face and it was almost as if the shadows in her face twisted to make it appear as if she was smiling (does that make sense?). She then nodded at me, turned around slowly started walking away and then then just evaporated into nothing. I stood there for a moment then went inside and locked the door and went back to bed.
I remember when she appeared I had this utter feeling of dread like all would end right in that moment, but after she "smiled" at me I felt an overwhelming sense of peace. If I remember correctly it was a little after 1 am, I forgot to put that in there.
I don't know what or who she was but if anyone has any insights on this, please enlighten me. I chose this as my first story to post because it has the most vivid details I can remember.