Strange Occurences

From: Kris Turner (arcticsplash@aol.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: My bedroom
Source: Form Submission

I'm 19 years old and boy do I have a story to tell you: It happened about three weeks ago,it was late about 1:30am.

I was upstairs in my bedroom typing on my computer, I was writing a story. When all of a sudden it felt as if someone was staring at my back. First I ignored it but the feeling intensified. Finally I turnt around to see who it was, but all I saw was a shadow. So I figured it was just my imagination, and I went back to typing.

About ten minutes later the feeling came back, once again I tried to catch whomever it was and once again nothing. A bit hesitantley I got up and walked over to check, but still nothing. Needless to say I was slowly becoming scared, so I turnt the computer off and decided to go to bed. Slowly I fell asleep,only to be reawakened by the same strange feeling.

Now trust me this story is the Gods honest truth, I am not supersticious in any way, and I do not scare easily,but the next thing I saw turnt my blood to ice.

Standing right at the entrance to my bedroom was an old lady, I saw her as clear as day; She was short and bent over she had on a white nightgown, I didn't see any feet whatsoever. Her face was very plain almost placid.

The thing that scared me most though were her eyes; they were pitch black and they had a depthlesness to them. Those eyes stared at me, by now I was so scared but I couldn't look away those eyes seemed to drag me in. Finally I managed to close my eyes, and when I opened them again she was closer to my bed she seemed to be gliding. I covered my eyes and began to pray, by now I was so scared that I was practicly crying. I was expecting that any moment I was gonna be touched finally after what seemed like forever, I opened my eyes and there was no one. However the smell of a very strong perfume remained.

needless to say I got up and ran downstairs, I happened to look over at the clock it was 5:00am. I stayed downstairs the rest of that day, I told my parents and they both believed me because they have had there own brushes with The Paranormal. I haven't seen her since but every now and then my tv will change channels, and I can smell the same perfume, it still scares me but not as bad. I think I'm beginning to except the fact that someone else is here with me and my family. Thanks for listening to my tale and if anybody else has had encounters like this please contact me.