Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

First off, lots of thanks to everyone for sharing their experiences. This site is very well done, and everyone seems very honest and open about their experiences. It helps to read and realize I and others are not alone with these happenings. This is the first time I have written about my experience with a spirit I named, “The Woman.” I named her this when I was around 5 years old. I have always wanted to know who she was. I went to a supposedly real psychic who told me The Woman was my spirit guide, yeah right is all I have to say about that. I am now 23 years old. I will turn 24 in November.

I first saw The Woman when I was around 5 years old. I was living in an old trashy trailer on a Southern Indiana farm of a man my mother had married around 2 years before. Together they had a daughter, my sister. I think I was somewhat abused, but I try to block things out. I no longer really speak with my mother. It is October and the last time we talked was in February, and it did not go too well. I cannot believe I have made it so far in my life. I look back on my childhood and cannot believe how far I have come.

Anyway I was having a rough 5 year old life when The Woman first showed up in my bedroom on a rainy, stormy night. For real, I saw her the first time on a stormy night. I had my own bedroom. I remember looking outside at the rain and lightening when I got a strange feeling. I felt like someone was in the room with me. This sounds weird, but I remember looking at the ceiling and seeing like lightening coming out of the ceiling. It was blue. And I looked in front of me and sitting on the dresser was what looked like my mother, but I knew it was not my mother. The Woman was sitting on top of my dresser writing on a piece of paper with a big yellow pencil. I thought I was dreaming, but I swear I was wide awake. She was almost see through. She was kind of purple and blue. And the scary thing was she looked just like my mother! I felt a little terrified, but I was so young, I thought maybe this was normal. I put the cover over my head and went to sleep.

The next time I saw her was also at night. I had just woke up and there she was again at the foot of my bed. I really thought it was my mother, but I knew it could not be. My mother did not glow a purplish blue. She was taking clothes out of my dresser and putting them on my bed. I noticed I had dropped my “blankee” on the floor and was scarred  to pick it up, but I had to. My “blankee” was my security and I did not want her taking it away from me. So I actually got out of bed and picked it up while she was putting the clothes on my bed. I got a better look at her while saving my “blankee.” I was young and curious, but still afraid. She was glowing purple and blue. Up close her skin was very white and looked like a mannequin’s. I noticed right away her pajamas were some my mother actually wore once in awhile. She did not look at me. I wanted to touch her, but did not. I picked up my security blanket and went back to sleep.

I knew something was very wrong the next morning, when I saw my mother wearing the same pajamas The Woman had been wearing! You see, I went to bed way before my mother went to bed. I did not see her in those pajamas before I went to sleep! The Woman had been wearing what my mother was wearing whenever I saw her. I soon realized this would always be the case. I questioned my mother about folding my clothes in my room the night before, and she said she had not been in my room. I told her and my step-dad about a woman who had been coming in my room at night. I also told my mother how she looked exactly like her, except for the purple and blue glowing. OF COURSE they thought I was having nightmares.

I would not sleep in my room, and cried because I knew this experience was bad and I was really starting to get scared. I had to sleep with a light on, as well the sound of my small, blue Sears fan so it would not be so quiet. I did not see The Woman for some time, but I was still afraid to go to sleep. My parents once tried to comfort me by telling me they had shot The Woman and had buried her behind one of the barns, like that was supposed to make me feel better. That was even more horrifying because when I saw her again, I thought it was impossible because my parents said she was dead! Lazy parents. I needed counseling, not some scary bull story.

Anyway, we soon moved to an old church which had been converted into a house. I remember the first time walking into the entry room of that place. It smelled like an old basement. And guess what, that is where my parents made their 2 daughters’ bedroom. We slept in an old unfinished basement room. I kept hoping The Woman would not show, but she did.

I always slept with the covers over my head at night because that is when she came. I woke up one morning with the covers of course over my head. I felt like someone was watching me, but thought, “The sun is out, she never comes then.” How wrong I was. I pulled the cover away from my face and rolled over and there was this body wearing my mother’s C.N.A. uniform in front of me! I looked up hoping it would be my mother, only to see a purple, blue skin version of my mother with purple horrifying eyes. She bent over and looked right into my face! I pulled the cover over my face, turned around and I do not remember what happened right after that. I remember asking my mother if she had been in my room that morning, but she had not. She also had on her C.N.A. uniform.

I went into kindergarten asking peers if they had a scary mom look-a-like they would see at night. Of course they did not. I saw The Woman many times. My little sister said she never saw her at the church house and we shared the same bedroom. I noticed my sister was always fast asleep when The Woman would be in my room.

No surprise my mom divorced from my step-dad, and I was so happy when my mother told me about the separation. No more I thought. No more mean step-dad and no more Woman! I learned that we would be moving in right next to my grandma! I loved when we would visit her! She was so special, and holds the biggest place in my heart-and always will. I was so happy with the move and to be away from my step-dad. My grandma and grandpa were Roman Catholic. I went to church with them a few times when we moved in next door to them. I started first grade and had not seen The Woman. I was now living a good life.

I remember we had show and tell at school that day. I fell asleep and woke up to a nightmare that night. When I awoke The Woman was standing near the foot of my bed. SHE LOOKED SO SCARY! Scarier than the norm. I knew it was not my mom, but I sat up and asked her if she was my mom. And she blew out this demonic laugh. I could not scream I was so terrified! She was really see through this time. Very purple and blue. And her hair was wild. She had very dark purple eyes. Finally I could scream, and boy did I! I somehow got out of the muscles not moving freight mode and reached for the light, which was right next to my bed. As soon as the light came on she disappeared. I screamed for my mother, and it took her forever to come. When I saw her I freaked out a little because of The Woman basically being her twin. I told her The Woman had come back. OF COURSE she told me it was a nightmare. I slept on the floor in her room that night.

The next morning I went next door to my grandma’s house and told her everything. And guess what? She believed me! Finally someone who believed and would help me! I was arranged to be baptized into the Catholic Church, and I have not seen The Woman since. I am not religious at all, but I think there was something to the baptism. My grandma thought The Woman was a demon. She told me the next time I see The Woman to say, “Go away! I belong to Jesus!” I told her I would, but I never had to because I never saw her again.

I am 23, going on 24. I have a wonderful husband, and 2 fabulous feline friends. I sleep with them every night with the covers over my head. My husband in an engineer and logical thinker. He sums up my experience as sleep paralysis or an all in my mind situation because of the rough times I had as a child due to my mother’s choices which affected me at that time. I KNOW WHAT I SAW, AND WHAT I EXPERIENCED!

I have spent so much time trying to figure out what I saw. I think what I saw was my mother’s DOPPELGANGER. Google it to find out more, but I think it was a negative side of my mother escaping for awhile when she was sleeping or napping. I think my relationship with my mother has been a roller coaster, and I think some of it has to do with me seeing another side of her as The Woman. Of course I do not hold The Woman experiences against her personally. She will still once in awhile ask me about them, as if I should almost feel silly for remembering them.

Her sister also asked me about them last year with laughter in her voice. The last time I saw her was when I was 7 years old. I know it has been a long time, but some nights I get the same feeling. I just cannot see her. Again I just might be somewhat traumatized from the experiences. But when the night starts to roll around and bedtime gets close, I will think about her. I think about her every single night. Thank you for reading my experience and thank you for sharing yours! I am sorry this is such a long written experience. It is a very real experience that happened to me as a child. This is the first time I have written about The Woman.

Sent in by Magdalena Werne, Copyright 2009

Note to the readers: This story was submitted by Magdalena in October of 2008.