For years I have tried to explain this event. At the time it couldn't have seemed more real.
It was 2007. I was living in a townhouse in Newcastle not far from a steep cliff by the sea, which has been known to claim a number of people's lives over the years.
I went to bed at around 11PM and I was woken up after around 30 minutes when I heard some distinct noises in my bedroom that I still remember vividly to this day. I could clearly hear footsteps on the carpet walking around my room close to my bed, and occasionally noises that sounded like clothes dropping on my floor a number of times. It was as if someone was picking up shirts off my bedroom floor and dropping them back down onto the carpet. I was awake during numerous noises I heard in what seemed like a period of two minutes. At the time the most I reacted to this was to slightly open my eyes for a moment, I was not alarmed. Even though I was certain that somebody was in my room I had reasoned with myself in a sleepy state that my flatmate must have come in briefly to look around for something. With this in mind I thought nothing of it and casually went back to sleep, even though that in itself would have been very unusual behaviour from him.
Not long after I went back to sleep I awoke again to the same noises... There were more footsteps on the carpet walking around my bed and the sound of clothes being dropped on the floor again. Then I heard a louder noise which suddenly raised my awareness. There was small plastic wrapper on the floor at the end of my bed which I had previously not noticed. It was likely a thin transparent seal from a cigarette packet, and I heard the crunching noise of someone standing on it. In an otherwise silent room, this noise was quite loud. My eyes suddenly opened wide. I was now wide awake and quickly rethought the situation.
Someone was in my room, I was certain of that.
Then it suddenly dawned on me. There was no way my flatmate or anyone else I know would be walking around my room in the dark while I was sleeping.
I had a rush of adrenalin and my heart started pounding out of control. I felt paralyzed with fear but I had to confront who was there. After a moment of hesitation I sat up very fast and faced towards the end of my bed where the sound came from. Quickly enough to startle anyone who would have been there.
Then I saw a lady with long blonde / grey hair who appeared to be in her late 50s. She was standing sideways near the end of my bed wearing a black dress. I could see her silhouette against the white wall behind her and there was enough moonlight illuminating the room to make out her facial features. I stared directly at her eyes for a few seconds and was thoroughly haunted by her expressionless face staring right back at me over her left shoulder. She had frozen still where she stood on the plastic wrapper. After a few moments I said "Hey!" with a sense of fear, struggling a bit to get the word out. She continued to stare at me blank faced and wide eyed without flinching, which made my skin crawl more by the second. I was terrified. The second time I shouted "HEEEY!" and almost immediately leapt out of my bed to try to grab her. I was overwhelmed by fear and the fight or flight response kicked in, except I had nowhere to run. In the process of rapidly hurling myself out of my bed towards her I must have closed my eyes for a fraction of a second because my arms went right through where she was standing just a moment before. She had vanished. I turned on the bedroom light and stood with my back against the wall for a good 10 minutes trying to comprehend what I had just experienced.
The story continues...
The following night one of flatmates reported seeing an unexplained person in the dark walking past the bathroom door behind him in the mirror while he was shaving, and this was before he knew about my experience from the night before.
On the third night, at the very moment I was told in person of his experience in the same house and made the connection of the two events, the bathroom door immediately slammed shut upstairs. This is where the second separate sighting had taken place the night before. At the time there was no one upstairs, it was pitch black, and it couldn't have been the wind that slammed the door.