Last year my mother was woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of someone climbing the steps in our hallway. The steps would make a creaking noise on the fifth step, and everyone knew not to step on it in the night if we were sneaking around. Well she shot out of bed to see what was going on, but no one was on the steps. So she went back to sleep until about a half hour later she had this feeling of someone watching her. She once again shot out of bed to find a lady with dark hair pulled up into a bun on top of her head, a black night dress on, and a very young complexion staring at her face to face. Terrified that someone was in her room she did pull back from the face, but as soon as she looked back to see just who was standing there, my mom is used to my sister, brother and me getting up in the night and going into her room, but it wasn't us that night. Once she realized that it wasn't us, she got out of bed and started searching the houses for anyone who might be in the house. Now it was winter so you could see steps in the snow if someone had in fact broken into our house, so that was the first place she looked, and she didn't find any footprints at all in the snow. She kept this to herself until a week later I confronted her with my own encounter.
I hadn't slept that well the night I was supposed to be going to my dad\'s apartment for the day, so I was still groggy when it happened to me. I was lying in my bed with my blankets pulled up over my face, but I was facing away from the wall so that I could see if someone would move my blankets. My room was cold and I could hear what sounded like my mom getting ready to go to work in the bathroom that's right beside my room. I didn't think anything about it so I pulled another blanket over my face not wanting to get up and go anywhere that day. About two minutes later I heard the bathroom light switch off, so I relaxed a bit and waited for my mom to come wake me up so I could get ready, because I was being lazy. Almost as soon as I had opened my eyes half way to peek around my blankets I felt them being pulled down from my face and back where they had been when I had gone to sleep. Not thinking much about it I made a little squeak as the cold air hit my face. The house was colder then I remember it ever being that day. No sooner had my blankets stopped moving a very very cold hand touched the side of my face and a voice cooed in my ear in a very feminine voice that I realized later was not who I had thought it was. "What a sleepy little girl" was what the voice said, and I remember growling at her as I moved my face away from her cold fingers and buried myself back into my blankets. I think I waited about 10 minutes before I realized that she wasn't going to make me get up, so I climbed out of bed then and got ready for the day.
When the day was over I remember going home with my mom and asking her what she was doing in my room that morning, and her telling me she hadn't been upstairs since she woke up. And it was true since she still wasn't dressed for work when I showed up downstairs dressed at 7, which was way earlier then I needed to be. I then told her that a strange lady was in my room then because someone touched my face and talked to me, and that's when I found out about what happened to her. And we made the connection that the lady's we had seen were pretty much identical once I got over the face that it was my mother, because to be quite honest they look about the same.
I find this all very strange because it's the only time it's ever happen to me, and it's never happen again after. Could my mother and I been dreaming what happen or was it real?