One weekend I had gone to my Grandparent's house for the weekend due to my Mom and Dad wanting a "Mommy and Daddy only weekend". Well, as most of our family knows their house is haunted, but the problem was I was very young probably 7 or 8 years old, and nobody wanted me to know. That night I had been watching TV with my Grandfather, when suddenly I seen a shadow in the corner of my eye, but not a human like shadow, but more like a animal like shadow. I didn't think much of it I thought it was one of my sisters who were also there for the weekend with me. It had been about 30 minutes since I had seen the shadow, and I was tired and it was time for me to go to bed. So my Grandpa and my Grandma had tucked me and my sisters into bed and left the room turning out the light.
After a while I had fallen asleep on that really hard couch, I was out. I had been sleeping for what felt like hours but had only been about 20 minutes. I was in some kind of dream that was making me sweat like horse on a hot summer day. Then all of a sudden I felt something hit me harder than a train. I woke up to what looked like a white face. The face was of a young girl about the age I am, 17, her eyes were a deep shade of green, and she looked more playful than scary. So, I went to say hello and I swear she opened her mouth a row of the sharpest teeth showed.
I was terrified I screamed and screamed and then she vanished into thin air. My Grandfather came down the stairs fast, and my sisters woke up too. They were all looking at me, and my Grandpa said what is wrong looking at me like I had just been shot. I told him the story of what had just happened, and he played it off as a bad dream, and tucked me back into bed telling me goodnight, and sat down in the rocking in the chair next to me for the rest of the night.
It has been about 10 years since then and I asked my Grandpa not too long ago if he remembered that night. He told me he remembers like the back of his hand. I asked him if he knew about this thing that I had saw that night, and he told me about the original owners of the house we still live in to this day, and man can I say I would never want this to happen to anybody. He told me back in 1909 (the year the house was built) that murder happened in the very living room I was sleeping in. He told me a young woman had been living there and the living room was her bedroom, and one horrid night a man broke in an stabbed her to death and burned her body to white ashes outside the house making her an example of what he said he was capable of.
This has been one of my many paranormal experiences. I would love to tell you more. Thanks for reading.~ Signed Korius.