This event takes place when I was 14 years old. I am now 22 and I remember my experience like it was yesterday.
It happened at my grandma's apartment. I was spending the night, like I had many times before. We stayed up playing board games and talking until about midnight and then decided to call it a night. My grandma lives in a one bedroom, one bath apartment. But she did not sleep in her bedroom because the bed hurt her back. So she always slept on the couch. That meant I got to sleep in the bedroom.
Anyway's, that night, for some strange reason, my grandma gave me a flash light and said she would not be leaving the bathroom light on like she always does. That didn't bother me because I wasn't scared of her apartment in any way.
So, after a quick good night, I went to bed and immediately fell asleep. I was in a very deep sleep when suddenly I woke up, wide awake. I was laying there staring out the window at the moon. It was a beautiful night and the moon was shining bright enough to light up the entire bedroom. As I lay there, I suddenly felt the need to look at the bedroom. I was looking around when I noticed something at the door, which was kiddy corner to my bed. Standing there, was a little old woman. She was standing still, looking at me. After a couple of minutes, she slowly started walking towards the bed. As she was walking, I noticed that she was bare footed, and wearing an ankle length grey flannel night gown. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her eyes had that old sunken look to them. She was all wrinkly and looked very old. She made it to my bed, and looked down at me. She then smiled, and turned and ran out of the room faster than humanly possible. The amazing part is that I wasn't scared at all by this. I lay there for a moment wondering what the heck just happened and decided to investigate.
I grabbed the flashlight grandma had given me, and proceeded to search the entire apartment. I checked on my grandma first and then checked the kitchen and closets. As I went to check the bathroom, which is right next to the bedroom door, I suddenly became extremely scared. My grandma has this weird thing about her doors. She likes them to be open so she can see what's on the other side. Well, now the door was cracked. Just wide enough for someone to peek out at me. That's when I said screw it and ran back to bed. I pulled the covers over my head and went back to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up and walked into the dining area. My grandma and my dad were sitting at the table talking. I told them what happened and they insisted it was a dream. I still swear to this day it happened. It is something that I will never forget.