About five or six years back I woke up to a terrible nightmare where I was running from a lady that was calling my name as I ran I fell into a pit to hell. Right when I fell into the flames of hell I awoke in fear, still hearing my name. I checked around my house but find nothing strange, as I walked back to my room it stopped. I lie back down and fall asleep and as I have the same dream I notice some about the laid a faint recognition and sorrow in her eyes and my running from her went on for quite some time and then I awoke from the dream.
Now fear is spreading through my body I could barely move and as I slowly started to get my movement back she started calling my name again witch still would strike fear in my body. I managed to get out of that room and look around my house as a slowly walked from room to room.
I felt sadder and sadder but I finally reached the last room in my house but I still came up with nothing until... I returned to my room to get a good sleep even though the calling of my name continued so I slowly walked to my room nervous of what I mite see and rite when I get to the stairs into my room a lady with long brown hair no legs and a white robe is lifting the covers up to my bed and when she discovered I was not there she turned around...
Fear had taken over my body now and I couldn't move as the sad lady walked toward me. I finally kicked into action and ran to sleep in my parent's room.
The next morning I told my parents my story they said I was dreaming but I knew in my heart what I said had happened. I told my two sisters and the my brother the same story my sister didn't believe me but my brother who is a strong believer in ghosts believed me.
That was the last I saw or herd of that ghosts it may be the last but who knows...
Thanks for reading my first story more to come up soon and some time ill have to go out after dark like 3 A.M. When it's dead time and try and get a couple E.V.P's