My name is Pernilla and I live in Sweden. This is my first story here. It's not the best one, but enjoy. Sorry if my English is a bit weird, English is my second language. Anyway, let's start with the story.
It all happened when I was around 6-7 years old. It was a Saturday morning, around 7am, and I was the first one to wake up. I walked to the living room, sat down on the couch and put on the TV. The rest of my family was still asleep and I knew that they would not wake up until 9am or something.
While watching a cartoon, I got this strange feeling that I have to look to my left. Now, we had this corner couch and I was sitting all the way to the right, and when I looked to the left, I saw a face disappear behind the backrest.
You may not believe me right now, but this is actually true. I actually saw a face, that was looking at me and smiling at me, disappear behind the couch. I remember that I didn't get too scared, just a bit shocked. I was just sitting there, not moving and just looking at the empty place where I had seen the face. After maybe a few minutes I stood up and walked slowly to the back of the couch, but when got there, nothing... I was alone in the living room.
I know that this was not a dream and I know that this face didn't belong to any of my family members because I didn't hear any footsteps and no crackings on the floors and... Nobody in my family is bald... This memory has been following me ever since and I'm still wondering what or who it could have been.
My mom has told me that when I was around 5, she could hear me talking to somebody in my room. She slowly walked to my room and looked inside. She saw me talking and looking at something that was not there. It looks like I have had imaginary friends, so maybe this bald face was one of them.
What do you guys think? Thank you for reading:)
PS: I have not seen that bald face ever again since that Saturday morning, but I have been having nightmares about my old home where all this happened. I can have the nightmares one night and then it can take weeks before I have them again. How come I have these nightmares at all?
Most of you say that it could have been a ghost just passing through. I think I believe that too, cause I have never seen this spirit ever since.
And to answer [at] geetha50, no, none in my family had died around that time.
And for the nightmares about my childhood home. Most of them I do remember. It always starts off fine, before I end up outside my childhood house and I get this strange feeling.
I get this feeling that I should not walk in, cause if I do, things will not turn out good. And in my dream I know I should not go in, but I do it anyway.
What happens most of the times when I'm in the house is that it's mostly dark, only a few lights on and you have this feeling of not being alone. Whatever is there, you can't see it. And what always happens is that I'm in my childhood bedroom and I can feel something is coming. That's when my door begins to move and I get this heavy force on-top of me. And sometimes before "passing out" I can see a dark shadow.
I hope this has given some explanation:)
PS: I have not been having these dreams in some time now. I think the last time was last year, or in the beginning of this year.
//Nelly