Until I was about 10 years old, my family lived in an old farmhouse that was built in the 1920's. There were some minor updates made by the previous owners, but it was mostly original when we moved in. My dad did some work on the house here and there, and we had one major remodeling project done while we lived there. I mention this because I have heard that working on an older home can sometimes stir things up. I have lots of stories that happened to me while we lived there, most of which are not really scary per se, but just a bit strange and unsettling. The following story is the best example of the types of things that happened to me in that house.
My first clear memory of... I suppose a paranormal experience... Happened when I was about 7 or 8. I was often sick as a child, and I ended up coming down with strep quite often. On one occasion, I was sick with strep, lying in bed. My family was downstairs and I was upstairs with the door to my bedroom closed. It was nighttime and the room was very dark. Typically I did not like the dark, but I was so sick on this particular night that I didn't care. I did have a fever, but I couldn't tell you how high it was. I remember feeling so sick that I was not able to sleep very well. I dosed off here and there, but for the most part I was just lying awake, feeling terrible. The head of my bed was against the wall, and the foot of my bed was towards the middle of the room. I remember opening my eyes and seeing someone wearing white walk from the door of my room to the foot of my bed.
Initially I assumed it was my mother coming in to check on me, but then I started to notice things that didn't quite add up. I noticed first, that the white dress was so bright that it was almost glowing against the dark of the room. Then, as the person turned to face me, I noticed that she did look like my mother, but was taller, thinner, and had straight hair. Another odd thing was that, despite the fact that there was no breeze in the room. (we didn't have AC and there was no fan going at the time) the woman's dress and hair gently blew in the non-existent wind. She simply stood there and smiled at me. I was not afraid at all, but once I realized that she was not my mother, I did not know who she was, and she was standing at the foot of my bed all glowy and flowy, I did feel a bit startled. As soon as I had that startled feeling, she was gone.