The Invisible Woman

My first experience with this spirit is when I was young. I was about nine, and was awake in my bed. I never went to sleep before my mother got home from errands or if I just couldn't say good night to her for any reason. She was at the supermarket, I think, and wouldn't be home for a while, so my father sent me to bed. I was lying awake, thinking about the day (I always thought of such things before bed at that age) when I heard it. Breathing at the foot of my bed. It was heavy, like whatever was making it was angry or even scared. Though breathing has no gender, I always thought of it as female.

I froze and stared at the end of my bed, trying to think of a logical explanation. My cat wasn't in the room, and my sister, who sleeps on the top bunk, was downstairs. Eventually, I ran out of my room. The next part is a description of my house for past and future stories, so you can skip if you'd like.

Now, when you get out of my room, there's about a yard of wall on either side. The left wall connects to the bathroom, a small closet, and my oldest sister's room at the end of the hall (where my other sister is now and the room described in Girl in the Mist). The wall on the right cuts off and crates and opening to the family room, then continues to my brothers' room. From the living room, there are the kitchen, hallway, and glass doors that lead to the patio. The kitchen leads to the dining room. The hallway contains a half bathroom, a mirror and the front door, and then connects to the dining room. The dining room has the master bedroom on the right side and has three steps that lead to the living room. The dining room is cut off from the dining room by a decorative railing. Now back to the story.

I ran into the family room, where my father was sitting at the computer. When he asked why I was up, I simply stated I was scared because I heard breathing in my room. Probably thinking it was a child's imagination run wild, he continued his business on his computer and told me to go back to bed and that nothing was there. Instead of going back in my room, I laid on the couch for about ten minutes before I went back in my room. As soon as I lay back down, the breathing started again. I sat up, glared at the spot where the breathing was coming from and firmly said "Go away, I'm tired and want to go to sleep!" A few seconds later, it stopped. I slid back into a lying position and immediately fell asleep.

It visited me more than once, more and more often as I grew up. It still visits me, about once every two weeks. It's always in the same general area. It sometimes even whispers, but I never know what it says. It will go away as soon as I start to play music or sing or make any continuous noise. It always visits me at night or in the evening. It's not like I want to get rid of it, but it still frightens me.

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