Corning California, age 12 approximately. I was staying over at my grandmother's house who is now passed away. Technically it wasn't a house but an apartment. She had just moved from out of town and was still getting settled so she had boxes throughout the place that were still packed with stuff.
I mentioned in my first story that I have a younger brother who plays really no role in most of my stories because I don't ever remember him having any kind of "paranormal" experiences. At least none that he ever talked about. At this time he was with my dad, who was separated from my mother but trying to get his life back on track.
Anyway, it was summer vacation and I thought that I would like to spend some time with my grandma. We always had a good relationship. She would take me to McDonald's and play video games and she always had sweets in her house. For the 2 weeks that I stayed with her, I helped her unpack and clean and we'd go to the movies or the park or what have you.
One night we stayed up on the couch a little late and watched a movie on VHS, remember those? Lol. I must have fallen asleep during the movie because when I woke up to go to the bathroom it was over. The TV was off and my grandma had gone to bed. I got up and made my way to the bathroom. After finishing up I headed back for the living room to the couch where I was sleeping.
Something that night stopped me dead in my tracks and, despite the fact that I had just gone to the bathroom, I almost went again in my pants. I get goose bumps to this day thinking about it. Standing over the back of the couch was this tall shadow figure. It looked to me like it was wearing a hat, not a ball cap but a more like a cowboy hat. It appeared to be leaning over the couch slightly as if looking down at something. That's when I really froze because the "something" it was looking at, was me. There I was, asleep on the couch but standing right there at the same time. I remember the shadow looking up at directly at me and just staring. I couldn't see any facial features but I could tell that it was looking in my direction. I could feel its gaze and it was cold. It started to rise up over the couch and then suddenly I was back on the couch, looking around frantically. Whatever it was, was gone now and there was only one of me.
I don't know if it was a dream or what but the thing about it was that I didn't have to go to the bathroom and I could tell that I did go because... Well I could just tell, you know what I mean. Aside from the room feeling a little cold and me sweating bullets the rest of the night went ok.
I didn't tell my grandma about my experience, I kept it to myself.
What do you all think? A dream or a ghostly encounter? Thanks for reading, look for my next story.