The white lady I saw in my room

From digplanet.com

This is a story I wish was just something I imagined. But as much as it was chilling, it was real.

It was about 2 o’clock in the morning and I couldn’t sleep. All was silent. The lights in the house were turned off and everyone was asleep. I went downstairs to keep myself preoccupied. Hours after, as I was back inside my room, I noticed that oddly enough, the fan was open, contrary to me turning it off before I left.

As I laid on my bed and settled in, I couldn’t shake off this bad feeling seeping in my chest. I involuntarily scanned the room and noticed a figure standing several steps away from my bed. Faintly illuminated by the light shining through my bedroom window, I stared at the faceless woman in the white dress, whose hair was jet black, stiff and long.

My body immediately froze. Everything was then eerily silent and the air turned stiff, like all the particles in the air suddenly vanished. Something prickled my skin, and I felt like I was robbed of breath.

I shut my eyes, feeling my heart suddenly pounding through my chest and goose bumps engulfing me. I heard myself say, “Our Father in heaven, holy be thy name… Please give her peace. Lord, please make her go away.” over and over again. I couldn’t open my eyes, for fear that she was still there, possibly inches away from my face, and I couldn’t turn around and find a more comfortable position, for fear that she was beside me.

I kept counting the seconds until I finally opened my eyes. She was gone.

I jerked and stared into the darkness. I continued to breathe heavily as I mustered enough strength to rush to my sister’s bed and lay next to her. Shaking uncontrollably, with tears forming in my eyes, I told her what I saw.

Although my back was soothed and my mouth was hydrated with a glass of lukewarm water, I kept shivering. My eyes were wide open for fear that she would come back. Every sound I heard – the thud of the bedside drawer, the rustling of the leaves and the clattering of the pots and pans in the kitchen – frightened me.

“Please don’t make her come back. Please don’t make her come back,” I mustered to myself.

Paranoia took a hold of me as I continued to survey the room and constantly stare at the vacant corner where she stood, before I finally drifted off to sleep.

She wasn’t anything close to a shadow or floating, transparent entity. She was real, like a body I could touch. I was sure it wasn’t someone I knew, or someone I’ve lost.

Seeing her and her figure etched in my memory will make me think of creatures that roam and choose their victims, possibly anyone different enough to see things, or anyone who would coincidentally be awake at such an inconvenient hour.