This is a story from my childhood that takes place when I was no older than 5. I know this because at this time one of my sisters and I were still sharing bedrooms. This room was the biggest one in the house. Earlier the house was separated to two apartments, one on each floor, and this room formerly served as the top floor living room. To better separate my side of the room from my sister's side of the room, our mum had placed bookshelves across the room, dividing it in two. My side was on the same side as the door, but to get to my sister's side you would have to go around the shelves.
One very bright and sunny summer day my sister and I were cleaning. I wasn't yet old enough to be able to vacuum, so this was my sister's job. While she was still on her side of the room, I was sitting on the floor of my side, picking up books from the floor and placing them back on their spots of the shelves. The door was directly in front of me and suddenly I spot something in the doorway.
It was a lady in white. I will do my best to try to describe her. Her hair was flowing in all directions as if she was under water, and even though her face and head were very clear and solid looking, the rest of her was almost like a mist. Everything was moving softly, as if she was wearing very loose dress and veils.
In my childish mind the only thing I could think was 'A ghost!' I got stiff with fear and ran up and hid behind the shelves in terror! I wanted to warn my sister, but I was too scared that the ghost would notice me if I made any noise and the sound from the vacuum made it impossible for me to be heard, whispering.
My sister was just reaching my side of the room. As she moved over I could see her cleaning the first feet of my side, before she also looked up and spotted the figure in the doorway. She froze for a split second before she jumped back and hid with me, leaving the vacuum running on the floor. The time seemed to stay still and it was almost as in slow motion that she moved past and disappeared from our line of sight.
As this happened we were really scared, but after the experience we didn't feel like there was any danger to the meeting and even hoped to sometime she her again. We built "ghost traps" or crawled inside white bedsheets pretending to see her in heaven.
We naturally told our mother about this, but she laughed it off and dismissed it as our overactive imaginations. Years later I told her this story again, and this time she admitted that she regularly feels a presence in this area of the house. She is not scared though, as she believes it to be her late grandmother that previously inhibited the top floor of the house.
Thank you for reading and please let me know if anything was unclear.
All this because they think that they should not multiply our terror. It is their silent care for us. Even my mother doesn't believe my paranormal experiences but I hope that she will in the future. 😊