In other words, I saw GHOSTS!
Something woke me from a sound sleep and I found myself looking at a vibrating profile in the shape of a woman.
Her substance seemed made of tiny light particles, all moving, as if Scotty were in the process of beaming her up . . . to Star Ship Enterprise.
She wore a bun in her dark hair and carried a cane on the crook of her left arm. Her dress was tight at the waist and creased in straight lines, a shapely dress, from waist down to her . . . her footless ending point.
She wavered, or floated there, silently. Looking toward my bedroom door and not at me, thank God!!
Another movement caught my eyes and out of my closet there appeared a sky blue light, it faded out and just as suddenly it faded in CLOSER to my bed. Fade out, then fade in . . . even closer, until this young girl stood right beside my bed.
She had shoulder length blond hair in very neat ringlets, with big blue bows, one on each side of her head. She wore robin's egg blue party dress, and in the darkness, her eyes appeared closed but I knew they were focused on me.
The woman remained still, in the center of my bedroom, but my attention had rapidly changed to the little girl because she stood directly beside my pillow!
She was about my age, age seven years old, with an eery glow surrounding her.
But I didn't feel an instinctive fear inside, only a confused sort of anxiety stemming from not knowing what this was about.
I rolled over to the wall away from her and pounded my head on the wall, a couple times. Was I actually awake? Was this a dream?
The sensation of a brain thump assured me that all five facilities were very much alert and oriented.
Then I rolled to my back. Above my eyes was the HAND of this ghost girl! Her palm was face down and it was about six inches from my forehead. I could see all of the lines in her palm, her hand was glowing!
The ghost girl stood there with her hand above my face, the ghost woman stood there in the middle of my room, and I lay there contemplating my next move.
It was obvious to me that these people were the entities called 'ghosts' I'd been hearing about.
The woman did NOT look like a coat rack to me, and besides, I knew for a fact there were no coat hangers in my bedroom. I mustered the couraged to call out to my mother.
In a squeeky voice I hollered, 'Mom!' and then after an uncomfortable moment or two I cried this out louder and wilder.
When I did this, I scared myself silly and immediately curled up under my blankets and waited, watching through a peek hole, for her to come to my bedroom.
She did enter, and the woman was still present in her profile position, vibrating away! I watched as my mom walked right up to her and then simply passed THROUGH her and out again.
The woman's shape didn't budge, only wavered a second and bounced back in to shape. Definately NOT a coat rack!
And as parents do, she picked me up as I buried my face in her neck and told me to look around with her in the dark to see there was 'nothing' here.
What she didn't realize is that she was standing IN the woman and I wasn't going to raise up and look.
"Turn on the light!" I kept insisting until she finally flicked the switch.
A bare yellow light bulb, a bright hardwood floor, my bed with crumpled covers and no ghosties in sight.
I awoke the next morning with a wash cloth on my forehead and high fever.
Mom convinced me that it had all been a fever induced hallucination.
Years later, eleven years to be exact, I aquired a part II for this story:
This time it involved an Aunt and Uncle. They also lived in my grandparent's big old victorian house of Buffalo, NY.
I was sixteen and visiting visiting Buffalo. I asked my Uncle Andy what had been the oddest experience of this life. He told me about the time he saw a ghost in the house.
His eyes were closed and he lay on his bed (in a bedroom directly upstairs from my old bedroom). He say in his 'mind's eye' the profile of a woman with a cane in her hand and a bun in her hair.
When he opened his eyes, she stood there at the foot of his bed and she was looking AT him.
He yelled out for his wife who came to the door and looked inside but couldn't see her.
He lay there looking at her, she stood there not seeing her.
Suddenly my cousin who was a baby at the time began to cry in the adjoining nursery.
My aunt decided to take 'the long way around' to get to him, because she didn't want to walk through this ghost woman that Andy was seeing.
The woman began to follow Aunt Sony but stopped, turned (he described this as if she were a paper doll turning in air, staying stiffly in position) and then she went the 'short way' in to the nursery.
He felt her energy pass through his feet which chronically stuck off the end of the bed.
He kept repeating to me with this story, "She was THINKING!"
My cousin had a high fever that night, just as I'd had years earlier when they appeared.
The history of the house, prior to my grandparents living there, was that a wife of a policeman, once resided there.
Her young daughter died of spinal meningitis (disease with a high fever) in that house.
Could the appearance of these ghosts have been triggered by children with fevers?
Our family thinks so!