The White Haired Women

From: Josh Hammel (hockeyrules_16@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: My bedroom
Source: Form Submission

I want to share this story with anyone who will listen and take me dead serious. This maybe my rambling imagination. I am very sure that I had that window closed, to this I say that I will explain later.

Iam a 15 year old that leads a very normal life. I like to hang with friends have some fun with girls and am very into sorts. I share this story only for one reason. To never dismiss the paranormal as fiction. Before this incident I didn't believe a word of other people ramblings of Ghosts and UFO's. After this incident I will never dismiss peoples stories about anything unusual.

Well here I go one night on a cold and miserable evening. I went to bed around 1am because I couldn't go to sleep. When I was trying to fall asleep that night I could swear I was being watched, or maybe my imagination was just playing games with my mind. I eventually fell asleep but I was awoke by a scratching sound. I was very annoyed sense I thought that my dam cat was scratching at my wood door outside my room. I opened my door and Tiger, my cat was nowhere to be found. So I shut and locked my door. I said to myself in my head. I swear I heard finger nails scratching something. I felt a cool breeze from my coming from the other side of my room. I looked over and my window was open, but I knew I closed it before I went to bed. I felt so weird then right at that moment like something touched me. At that second I shook my head and looked into a mirror in front of me. And when I looked up my blood ran cold. A women with white hair was standing in my walk in closet. She was looking at the floor.

I was so freaked out I thought I was going insane. I was to frightened to turn around and look I didn't dare make the slightest step. She had black rags on and I seen her hand, it had big blue veins pumping blood through her war down body. I looked closer into the mirror and when my face was about an inch from the mirror. she startled me her broken down face rose from the ground. And God her face was all slit her face had huge gashes in it the wounds looked like they were slowly growing. She applied her hand on my body right in front of my shoulder and I seen her finger nail dig deep into my flesh and cause deep scratches. While she did that she caused me to fly down onto my back.

I was on my floor and she stared down at me she was looking deep into my eyes I could see her's and all I could was black. I seen her hand coming down near my mouth I watched her hand descend down and her hand was as white as the Devils spine. I could feel her hand go around my mouth and the last thing I remember is the coldness of her limb. I strangely loss conchesness just than.

I woke up freezing. I was in a cold sweat. I started to rub my temples. I was losing my mind I thought. I could feel a stinging sensation. On my body in front of my right shoulder I slid my hand under my shirt and felt a cold liquid on my body. I took my hand out of my shirt and I looked at my fingers and I couldn't see what it was so got out of bed and turned on my light and looked it was a red liquid. I took off my shirt and looked and it was blood coming from scratches to the left of my chest. I was just remembering my dream well I thought it was a dream I kept saying no to myself out loud.

I felt a cool breeze and I realized my window. Its open I seen a piece of cloth hanging from my screen it was black silk. I was stunned I looked out the window and I seen a black shadow on the street walking away. I know to this day the scratches that I received are still healing.

One thing in this incident is usually if it was just a nightmare. In a nightmare, I have never remembered it in such detail. For all I am worth I know, I closed that bedroom window and if somehow those scratches can be explained. I still keep that piece of silk.

To all those who don't believe in the paranormal I can say I use to think their was always an explanation. But if anyone can offer an explanation to this event I will listen. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think about the white haired women. To this day I shut and lock my bedroom window every night, in the dead of the cold night.

Always respect that, which you do not understand

BY: Josh Hammel