I was four years old. I'd had a nightmare and had crawled into my mom's bed because I was scared. As my mom snored softly beside me, I was freaking out at every shadow that passed by the window. My nightmare had made me scared of every little thing. I heard a noise come from the roof, like a tree branch dropping onto it and I squeezed my eyes shut, my body shaking.
I opened my eyes again because I thought I heard my mom wake up. But she was still sleeping, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. I heard a rustling sound on my right and I turned my head over until I was staring straight at a woman. She had dark skin and was wearing old-timey clothes, like from early America days. She was staring at the telephone on the bedside table, confused by it. She extended her finger to touch it, but it was like she got scared right before she touched it and she pulled her hand back again. I guess I must have made a noise, squeaked or something, because she looked up at me. I was shaking again and I couldn't focus. I do remember her face looking scared, her black eyes staring at me just as she disappeared. My heart pounded and I crawled under the covers, where I eventually fell asleep.
I've always maintained that I really did see a ghost, or something of the sort, though a lot of people told me I was probably just having another nightmare. My mom has always believed me though, and we lived in an old house (close to 100 years) at the time, so she thinks it's possible that there really were spirits inhabiting it. No matter what it was, it's still a fun story to tell on Halloween.