I recently just discovered this site. I was looking for a good place to submit a story, and I found this.
Well, about 24 years ago, I was lying in bed with my husband. We lived in a small apartment in Wyoming. My sons crib was right next to the bed. It was about 3:30 a.m. and my side of the bed got very very cold, and my husbands side got warm. I woke up to find another blanket, and there was a mist across the floor. I sat straight up, and then a figure started to appear in the bedroom doorway.
The figure was about 2-3 feet off the ground. She moved over to the crib and looked down at my son. I don't know if she touched or moved him, and then she disappeared. I got up to go check on my son, and he was lying face down.
I think that maybe this ghost was my Aunt Emma Catherine. She resembled her very much. She had died Christmas morning from dyptheria. I also think that maybe she gave me a sign to go check on my son, since he could've been dead.