Something I Still Can’t Explain

When I was young, up till I was about 9 years old, I had a really hard time sleeping in a room by myself. So every night one of my parents would stay with me in the living room until I fell asleep and then eventually take off to their room, leaving me sleeping in the living room. Most times though, I would still end up waking up in the middle of the night and quickly heading over to their room through the hallway, passing by my family room, to sleep in their room beside their bed. Well one night, I woke up and started heading over to their room, but as I was passing by the family room, I saw my mom in there staring out the front window of my house, so instead of going to their room I walked to her.

I was confused why she was awake so once I got up to her, I whispered “Mom” to her to get her attention but she didn’t answer so I touched her arm. She turned and looked at me, but when I saw her face I realized the woman I was looking at was not my mom. When I realized it wasn’t her, I just stepped back and froze. She looked at me for a couple seconds, then went back to looking out the front window. After that I just turned around and very quickly went to my parents room, and double checked that my parents were both in their bed (they were). I didn’t wake them up because before this occurred I used to always wake them up when I went to their room and they told me to stop and just lay down. So for the rest of the night, I just laid down forcing my eyes closed, trying to avoid seeing the hallway with the family room until I was able to sleep again.

I told my Mom in the morning, but she just assumed it was a bad dream and didn’t think more of it. Thinking about it still gives me goosebumps because it couldn’t have been anyone who was supposed to be in the house at the time, but now I believe whoever or whatever I saw that night might have been protecting us. Maybe I shouldn’t have been scared of her for so long after that, but instead, whatever she was staring at outside that window.

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