My Bedside Watcher

I was abandoned by my biological mother when I was less than a month old in her rented room. She told her housemate that she will be back in an hour but the old lady never seen her again. When I was 3 months old, my current family adopted me. My mom told me when I was around 1 and a half years old I started waking up in the middle of the night acting as if I'm playing and talking to someone.

My grandma caught me doing that when she babysat me and got so spooked that she insisted my mom to do a cleanse of the house. Apparently I stopped doing that after the cleansing. I'm not sure whether the following experience is related but here goes nothing.

My earliest memories of this bedside watcher, was waking up in the middle of night because I need to go to the loo.

There she was, a lady in her late twenties sitting at my bedside staring at me. I was around 5 that time and thought she was one of my cousin's girlfriends. But when I was about to ask her why she's in my room she stood up and walk away. I woke up my aunt in the next room and told her about the lady, but she said I must be dreaming.

As I get older, when I'm going through some rough time, I would spot her sitting at my bedside when I woke up at night. I tried talking to her only to have her smile sadly at me before getting up and walking through the door leaving me in bed, shocked. This has happened continuously over 2 decades, and I'm sure I'm not dreaming. I have moved 4 houses over 2 decades yet my bedside watcher still appears from time to time. Always staring at me with those sad eyes, frustrating me because I don't know what I can do for her.