I was about 5 or 6 when this story took place, so it was about 8 or 9 years ago. I had just started sleeping in my own bed, and I was really scared. I had been seeing odd shadows on my ceiling. I heard my bedroom door open then close, thinking it was my mom, I called out to her. I felt the big comforter be pulled off of me. I shook, waiting. I felt the sheet be pulled up and I was picked up. I clung to the woman. I finally looked up and saw it wasn’t my mom. It was a red head woman with piercing green eyes. She was wearing a forest green, studded Christmas dress. She smiled and said, “Don’t worry little one, I won’t hurt you.” She walked down the hall and set me in my parents bed. She had closed the door when she walked in. I turned around to thank her and she was gone. The freaky thing about this? My dad saw the same woman when he was 5, in Germany.
(Sent in by Madison)