The Little Old Lady

Although I have had many "ghostly" experiences, the one that I am about to share has always stood out in my mind the most.

When I was younger, I used to spend the night at my grandma's every once and a while. It was something that I always looked forward to because we would stay up late and play board games and talk.

On one particular night, after playing board games until about midnight, we decided to go to bed. My grandma sleeps on her couch because she has osteoporosis of the spine and her bed hurts her back. So I used to sleep in her bedroom on the small cot she kept in the corner. We said our good nights and I went into the bedroom to read for a while. I was reading for about 5 minutes when my grandma came in to give me a flashlight. She then informed me that she wouldn't be leaving the bathroom light on for us to see by. I thought this was a little strange because I hadn't needed the light on for a while and she had never given me a flashlight before. She then left the room and I continued to read. After reading for a little while, I turned out the light and went to sleep without any issues.

I was in a very deep sleep when suddenly I woke up feeling very wide awake. I remember lying there, looking out the window by the bed, and staring at the moon. The moon was full so it was very bright and lit up the room fairly well. I then experienced a strong urge to look around the room. My eyes immediately went to the door and standing there was a little old woman. She was staring right at me. I remember she was short and slightly hunched over, her hair was messy as if she had been asleep for a long time, she was wearing a floor length grey nightgown, her eyes were slightly sunken and glazed as if she were blind, and her hands were slightly deformed as if she had severe arthritis.

She must have stood there looking at me for about 2 minutes when she slowly started approaching the bed. After what seemed like forever, she made it to the side of my bed, smiled down at me, then turned and ran out of the room faster than humanly possible.

Once she was out of the room, I grabbed the flashlight and went to search the apartment for her. While up, I checked on my grandma to make sure she was ok. After checking most of the apartment, without finding the old lady, I decided to head back to bed. But, as I was heading into the bedroom, I noticed that the bathroom door was closed almost all the way. The reason this stood out to me is because my grandma always has to have her doors open so that she can see what is on the other side.

Once I saw the door cracked, I was overwhelmed with fear. I hadn't been scared at all up until this point. I couldn't find it in me to check the bathroom because I was so terrified. I just ran to the bed as fast as I could and covered my head with the blankets. After what seemed like hours, I finally fell back to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, I told my grandma what happened and she told me that I must have been dreaming.

This event happened 11 years ago and I still insist that I wasn't dreaming. Ever since this experience, I have been afraid that I will see the little old lady again. I wonder if I will ever see her again...