When I was about 6 years old a very strange thing happened to me in the middle of the night about two nights before Christmas.
I had gone to bed about my regular bedtime when what woke me up was a woman and a man. The woman was dressed in a white dress with curly, yellow hair. The man had no face with a cane and wore a dark suit. The woman put her finger up to her mouth to shh me before I screamed. I didn't though. She didn't have feet. She approached my bed and looked as if she wanted to sit. She looked at me and tried to observe me. The man walked into my hallway. I pulled my blankets over my head and concentrated on the radio in my room till I fell asleep.
When I woke up the next day I told my mom about what had happened. She didn't say much at first. Then she told me that my Grandpa had died but she and my dad hadn't told me because they didn't want to ruin my Christmas.