My step-sister (Emily) and I have always been sort of sensitive to the paranormal. One evening about 2 years ago, we were staying at our grandmother’s home. We were watching TV – nothing scary, by the way – and I suddenly had an odd feeling overcome me. I tried to shake it off, though.
Not even a minute later, Emily looks to her left and sees something cross a spare bedroom on one side of the hallway to the bathroom on the other side. She gripped my arm in fear, too scared to scream. I didn’t dare look over. Emily was so shaken by the entity that she wouldn’t even tell me what it looked like until the next day.
She described it as a tall woman with long, straight, jet-black hair. It wore a blood-red, monk-like robe. It had fingernails that were a few inches long on the end of its distorted, bony hands. Its skin was white as snow, and its eyes were just hollow sockets. Its cheekbones were deeply sunken in, and its mouth was fixed in a shriek. Its mouth, however, was abnormally long, Emily noted; it spanned down to the figure’s collarbone.
To me, the image is absolutely terrifying. I prayed that I would never see it. I can’t recall that we’ve stayed in the house for an extended period of time since that incident. Of course, two years had passed on and it was generally somewhat forgotten about.
About a week ago,though, I was riding the school bus to my high school. I was casually gazing out the window when we approach one of the many houses we pass everyday. Something about it seemed amiss, though. I never much attention to the houses we pass, so it took me a moment to pinpoint it. Something was on top of it. On the red roof of the home, I mistook the object for a chimney at a distance… But when we got closer, I discovered that I was dead wrong. There it was: red robe, hollow eyes, white skin, and all. And it didn’t disappear after a few seconds like a normal ghost. It lingered through many double-takes.
I thought I was going to faint. The figure was terrifying.
Since then, I’ve had a few more experiences – mostly the ‘being watched’ feeling. Although, a few hours ago I felt something icy cold sit down on the bed beside my feet and trace my foot with a long fingernail. I didn’t even look to see what it was, but it definitely was not a family member since all of them were asleep and my door was shut and locked.