This story takes place when I was about 12 or 13 in a house that my mom, little sister, and I all lived in at the time.
It was a white two story house. Inside the house their was a carpeted spiral staircase that led to the second story. The second story was kind of like a closed in loft. One half of it my sister and I used as a bedroom while the other half was used as a storage area.
My sister vehemently refused to sleep upstairs so that meant I got it to myself a lot. As I was laying in bed each night I would feel the bed sink in like someone had sat down. I feel it important to mention that I always slept facing the wall. Then whoever it was would gently start petting me. They would start at the top of my head and go all the way down to my hip and repeat.
This would go on until I would decide to look and see who it was. Every time I would look there wouldn't be anybody there but you could clearly see an indention as if someone was. Then after a moment of staring in mute horror I would witness the indention disappear as if the person had gotten up. I would then hear what sounded like women's stiletto heels walking down the staircase.
After I could no longer hear the sound of the stilettos, I would throw back my blankets and go running downstairs into my mother's room. I would then either sleep with her for the night or I would stay with her until I could no longer keep my eyes open. Then I would return to my bed and quickly fall asleep.
It has been several years since I lived in that house but to this day the experiences that my mom, little sister, and I all shared sends cold chills racing down my spine.
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