This happened many years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I was in college (Knoxville, Tennessee) at the time. I would say it was 1989. I was asleep in my apartment, on the second floor, well the basement apartment was actually about half underground so my apartment was about 8 feel above the ground. I had a big sliding window next to my bed, that went from the floor up to the ceiling. Outside the window was a small ledge, and a big field, and then solids woods. I often slept with the window open.
This night was rather warm, so of course the window was open. I remember it had been raining earlier and it was kinda misty and foggy out. I don’t know why I awoke, but I dead with a startled reaction. I remember it was a sense of being watched. I awoke, as I said, and starred out the window at the most disturbing sight I will ever see.
It was a full moon, so I could see clearly the figure that was standing outside my window looking at me, watching me sleep. It was female, about 6 feet 6 inches tall. I remember feeling very naked and also feeling like the thing was trying to steal something from me by just looking and watching me! She looked to be ancient, rotted face, huge distorted nose, rotten teeth, winkled, rotted apple looking face, and hair that has never been combed. Her clothes hung on her loss and looked like a tramps blankets. She had a big walking stick in her hand, and the eyes, were human, but also not. She had a sinister stare. She locked eyes with me for about 30 seconds, it seemed like minutes, and then just walked away. I know if I had not awaken she would have taken something from me, and I also know if she still had wanted whatever it was, she could have still taken it. I was under a spell of some kind. I think she decided another time, or another person.
I jumped from my bed and slammed the window shut and put my back to the wall and just kinda froze there for hours. I new she wasn’t coming back that night, but I never slept with that window open again. She had a smell to her, that I think is what woke me up. The smell was strange, animistic, but not unpleasant, just odd, and not natural. The best I can describe, it wet, moldy magazines. I know I did not dream this, and after all these years, I can not forget it. I would love to hear from anyone who might know what she was, and what she wanted.
Sent in by Paul Doig, Copyright 2011