So...
Once long ago when I was a wee lad, I lived with my mother at my grandmother's house. It was a home that was peaceful, warm and full of love.
Soon my mother would meet a young gentleman whom she would come to marry. This man was a nice man and he was quite friendly so I was thrilled she had found someone to make her happy.
After they got married, we soon moved to the guy's house. As a kid I didn't notice anything really out of the feeling of being in an unfamiliar environment, but that would soon change gradually as time passed.
For the first week or so things were pretty normal, we had moved in and gotten settled just fine. Everything seemed pretty average. One day however the man informed my mom that he would be working the graveyard shift at his job for a good while. It paid extra and he was trying to save money to take us to universal studios which I was super excited about since I had never been.
The first night went normal... Second night normal...
Third night there was a bad thunderstorm that had rolled in. Being a kid I was pretty scared so I would get up and run across the hall to my mom's room to sleep for the night.
This went on for a bit and whenever I was afraid during a storm, I would just go to my mom's room. It had been pretty hot for a while so the storms we're pretty frequent but otherwise no big deal.
However... One night something.. different happened..
I was in bed when another storm came through. So you know, same routine right? I got up and noticed that my lamp was on. I didn't really question it so I just got out of bed and proceeded to the door to the hallway when I just froze. The hallway seemed unusually dark and it was as something was preventing me from going any further. Almost as if something called me, I turned around and headed for my window for some reason...
Walking towards the window, it almost felt as if I was in some trance or zombified state, I had no control.
I finally arrived at the window and peered outside. The light from my neighbors house illuminated the backyard through the pouring rain.
My eyes were drawn towards the center of my yard where the light would cast a shadow on the ground from an object that appeared to be the silhouette of a person.. just standing there..
I thought to myself, "What is that? A tree? It couldn't be a person, why are they just standing in the rain?" But I remembered that there were no trees out back, only grass. I was trying to come up with anything else it could be instead of a person.
I stared at the shadow for what seemed like forever and it never budged. Finally I was able to break free and I decided to just head back to bed. I would go out tomorrow to investigate.
After falling back to sleep, I drempt of an old woman standing outside under the light from the lamp post near my house. I had never seen the woman before but she was pale and dressed in all white. Her gaze was focused at the ground for a bit before she would look up at me, right before the dream ended.
The next day i looked out back and as I feared, nothing was there.. beforen said what had happened the night before, I asked my mother if an old woman lived in the house. She said that my step dad mentioned an old woman who had died in the house next door, but that was some time ago.
My heart sank slightly as all kinds of thoughts ran through my head relating my dream and the shadow to the woman..
I had told her about what had happened and she paused for a bit. She then said I was silly and continued making breakfast. I thought that was weird but I left it alone.
We have sinced moved from that house and after some years later in my teens, I asked my mother if she had remembered the dream I told her about.
She replied "oh yeah, I do." She then proceeded to tell me that she had experienced some weird activity on and off in that ouse as well, but it would only happen when my step dad worked the 3rd shift. She continued that she didn't want to say anything because she didn't want to break me out.
Till this day as an adult, thinking back to that night still gives me chills.