y sister and I have always been very close with each other, we tell each other most things, but when it comes to me being scared of something, I don't tell her. When we were younger, we liked to play, play, and play!
Our parents would put us to bed, but we would go to each others rooms and continue playing and laughing until we couldn't anymore. We usually passed out in whichever room we were in that night, hers or mine. My sister had this pull out bed under her twin sized bed.
That's where I would sleep if I had the energy to pull it out and actually lay it out.
One night, I randomly woke up and instead of falling back asleep, I decided to look around the room, it was a small room. The two beds filled up about 2/3rds of the room, the rest was the furniture against the walls.
There was a small desk in her room, with a rocking chair next to it. I lay in the bed looking at these walls and my eyes are drawn to something in the rocking chair. It was a figure, a white see through-ish figure. Just sitting there, not looking at me, not rocking, but just sitting there.
I take an even harder look and it looks like my sister. But it makes no sense; my sister is sleeping about 5 feet away from me! I start to panic, I have no idea what is going, how can my sister be sitting there, but yet she is sleeping next to me?
I whisper her name, my voice shutters, but I only call her once. I don't want her to freak out as well. I look at the chair and this figure is still there, just sitting. I couldn't take it anymore, so I hid under my blanket and screamed out for my dad until he came.
Of course, once my dad came. No more figure...
To this day, I always wondered what that was.
It was no dream, I know that much.