I was around the age of 7 when I had my first paranormal experience.
I was staying over at my aunt's bungalow for the night; it had 2 small bedrooms next to each other that opened out into a large living area, the small kitchen and bathroom were also next to each other on the opposite side of the living area.
On the night in question I had the bedroom door open and could see pretty much most of the living room from where I was sleeping, I was sharing the double bed with my aunt and my younger sister.
I woke up, my aunt was snoring a little, and I needed to go to the bathroom, I looked into the darkness of the living room and began to feel uneasy. The moonlight was very bright and as my eyes became more used to the dark I could clearly make out the shapes of ornaments on shelves etc... I'm not sure why I didn't want to get out of bed. I just kept staring into the space ahead of me.
The room seemed to grow very cold very suddenly and I remember ducking down under the covers with just my eyes peeking over the top of the blankets. I could see the shape of the kitchen door on the opposite side of the living room where the pet dog "Prince" slept. I could hear her crying and howling and then she started to scratch urgently at the door.
At first I was relieved because I thought it must just be a storm, as Prince was terrified of thunder and always reacted to them that way, but then Prince went deathly quiet. It was as though we were both waiting for something to happen. I was so petrified and my heart sounded so loud I thought it would be heard by whatever it was there.
It was then I saw a patch of white fog, flimsy at first, appear in the middle of the living room-it grew thicker and larger and formed into a long pillar, it then slowly drifted toward the tv and took the shape and form of a woman in robes, (I later described the robes were the kind that Jesus and Mary wore).
She was praying and looking toward the tv, (A statue of Mary holding a baby Jesus and a cross with a small bible were on top of the tv at the time.) Her hair was short and curly and black. (As scared has I was I found that unusual). I was absolutely terrified that she would turn her head and look at me. I was convinced she would have red eyes! (I was only 7). She then began to tip backwards until she was laying flat and sunk through the floor still in prayer.
It wasn't until I heard the dog Prince whine, circle and drop back down that I started to breath again. The room was warm and I had wet the bed, which in turn woke up my aunt who changed the bed, calmed me down and told me to go back to sleep, which I think I did.
It was quite a few years ago, but I can still vividly remember the event itself.
Over the years I had thought that perhaps it could have been an undiscovered murder, or a unknown burial ground. Tthe only thing I know for sure is that there was a brickyard there in the 1800s, and the village itself dates back to doomsday times, however just recently I discovered that my grandmother on my father's side who I have no memory of, died at around the same time I saw the woman.
My aunt said that she had died of cancer and had lost her hair. During her illness and after her death she had worn a short, curly, black wig.
Was it my grandmother? I have no photographs of her. What do you think?